An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

As night fell, darkness crept across the city. Inside a modest residence, Warrick sat on the bed with his eyes closed. He was meditating to restore his energy.

After a day of recovery, he had expelled nearly all of the Tranqurin from his system. It was no longer a serious concern.

However, the city was under lockdown. All the major roads were blocked and wanted posters with his face were plastered everywhere. Though his strength had returned, he still couldn’t escape from Celestria.

So, he had no choice but to lay low and wait for the storm to pass. As for the original owner of the house, he was nothing more than a corpse now.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door.

Warrick’s eyes snapped open, and his hand instinctively reached for the sword beside him.

“Who is it?”

In the living room, the Red Legion guards tensed up. Two of them quietly drew their blades, positioning themselves on either side of the door.

“It’s me.”

A familiar voice rang out.

The guards immediately exhaled in relief. One of them peeked through the door’s narrow gap. After confirming it was their ally, they quickly unlocked the door.

plain-looking man dressed in black. At

Finns! It’s already so late. What took you so long? We thought something happened to you,” Kalen Juggs, a burly man with a

too many patrols on the way. If I hadn’t been careful, I might not have made it back at all,” Geralt explained. He removed his hat, then reached for the cup of water on the table

Kalen asked, leaning toward the door

I made contact with our reinforcement. They’ve agreed

Prescott right

turned toward the

Warrick stepped out,

Geralt for a moment, then gave a satisfied nod. “Good work. If we manage to escape,

my duty. I don’t dare claim any merit,”

the most,” Warrick said, scanning the people before him. “No matter what happens-whether we leave Celestria or even West Lucozia-I will make sure you live in wealth and comfort for the rest of your

you, Sir Prescott.” The four Red Legion guards saluted him in

anything happening outside?” Warrick

checkpoint is heavily guarded. Without a royal badge, there’s no way in or out,”

important, he added, “Oh, and I think I saw

raised his eyebrows.

Steele,”

mention of that name, the room fell into

Draken Guardians’ reputation was well -known throughout the military. They were widely regarded as West Lucozia’s most elite force. Any one of them could hold the rank of a general in

of his own. His strength was unfathomable-even at his peak, Warrick wasn’t confident he could defeat Jaxon. If the Draken Guardians ever cornered them,