An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Zeus was dead. The royal god of the Hall of Gods had rampaged through Dragonmarsh for days before finally meeting his end here. His body was utterly obliterated.

He had reached a fully developed ultimate grandmaster realm, with only a single step separating him from the realm of terrestrial immortals. Yet that single step proved to be an insurmountable chasm.

No matter how powerful he was or how deep his foundations were, he remained powerless before that final barrier. In truth, that single step had blocked his path for decades.

When Zeus learned that Dustin had successfully broken through to the next realm, it broke his spirit. Eventually, he died with bitter resentment.

“It’s finally over,” Grace said.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she gazed at Zeus’ scattered remains. The past few days of dealing with Zeus and Hera had left her mentally and physically drained.

During that time, she couldn’t afford a single mistake. She had to rely on her silver tongue to convince the two royal gods to believe her words.

What appeared simple was actually layers upon layers of calculation, where every moment tested her resolve. Any sign of weakness or guilt could have brought catastrophic disaster.

Fortunately, she succeeded in the end.

Through sheer intellect, she had bought Dustin enough time to complete his breakthrough and successfully resolve the crisis.

“I can’t thank you enough. Otherwise, I would’ve been dead,” Dustin said, turning toward Grace.

in the cave, his divine consciousness could perceive

his successful breakthrough and ultimate victory depended entirely on her

through at

you, I won’t fare any better, so there’s no

is barely hanging on. What do you need

operatives lying dormant in Oakvale. We need to strike immediately while they’re still reeling and

I’ll follow your lead from here

beyond mere cooperation and was now bound by life and death. Why wouldn’t

Are you sure your body

now commune with the flow of nature. As long as the

difference between an ultimate grandmaster and a terrestrial immortal was their

were still bound to their own internal energy reserves. The more condensed and pure that energy became, the

confined to their

realm had merged with the flow of nature. Their every movement channeled the raw forces of creation, granting

one could no longer be called mortal

excessive use of natural spiritual

seldom engaged in battle because the more they fought, the more likely they were to

just broken through and faced no immediate risk. Only a forced battle against someone of equal realm might invite divine

fine, we should strike while the iron is hot and