An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Soluna Hall had one rule-they wouldn’t accept unfamiliar customers. They only served those they knew well or people introduced by someone they trusted.

Every transaction required an appointment. Exceptions were made for urgent matters, but those came with an additional fee.

When Dustin reached the entrance, two security guards stopped him. After stating his name and being verified by the guards, they let him through.

Inside, a female attendant with a pleasant smile greeted him and led him across the main hall straight into the back garden. They passed a small fish pond and stopped in front of a secluded private room.

“This is Ms. Linsor’s private reception area. Mr. Rhys, please come in,” the female attendant said with a smile.

“She’s not here?” Dustin asked curiously.

“She had something come up, but she’ll be here soon. Please make yourself comfortable,” the attendant said, still smiling.

“Alright then.” He nodded and walked into the room.

The room was spacious, with a vintage yet elegant design that gave it a distinct charm. A subtle fragrance lingered in the air, refreshing and uplifting.

Cut-up fruit, snacks, and warm tea were already on the table.

Dustin glanced around, and his eyes landed on a bookshelf against the wall.

one unique and covering a range of

legendary figures from throughout history. Some had ruled the regions, others had accomplished feats of incredible power, and some

years ago, a swordsman stood alone to guard a city, and no army of 100,000 dared

also stories about beings who could move mountains, calm rivers, subdue

beggar who laughed three times. He took one step through heaven’s gate and vanished

appeared in these tales was nothing short of

the sage of Sacred Wrym Summit. His

demon sects, once at the peak of their power, were completely wiped out overnight. To this day, not a single trace of

top spot on the Champ-Tier

much more about Arion

Era of Demon Banishment, Arion was virtually unknown. He spent his days lazing about, wasting time, and showing no interest in cultivation. He

had been killed by the demon sect, went berserk. In a fit of rage,

flipped through the pages. Each legendary story felt almost like a myth that stirred something deep within him. He wondered if, one day, he would have the chance to be recorded in a

to keep

veil, finally walked in. She glanced at the book in his hands but said nothing. Instead, she sat across

replied. He placed the book back on the shelf, then smiled and asked, “Why did you ask me out so

safety. I’ve had to pay quite a price to verify it,” she

to charge me for this, right?” He raised

am. And it’s going