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.

rare books, each one unique and covering a range of subjects. He scanned the collection and eventually chose

figures from throughout history. Some had ruled the regions, others had accomplished feats

guard a city, and no army of 100,000

stories about beings who could move mountains, calm

times. He took one

appeared in these tales was nothing short of

flipped through to more recent timelines, his eyes landed on the name Arion Foyer, the sage of Sacred Wrym Summit. His

demon sects, once at the peak of their power, were completely wiped out overnight. To this day,

had held the top spot on the Champ-Tier List, and no one

contained much more about

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

that his mentor had been killed by the demon sect, went berserk. In a fit of rage, he single-handedly wiped out the entire sect with just a sword and left no

myth that stirred something deep within him. He wondered if, one day, he would have

keep

that moment, Grace, wearing a veil, finally walked in. She glanced at the book in his hands but said nothing. Instead, she sat across from him and poured two cups

back on the shelf, then smiled and asked, “Why did you

concerns your safety. I’ve had

me for this, right?” He

And it’s going to be