An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2436
The chaos of the night quickly faded away.
By morning, as the first light of dawn peeked over the horizon, Sacred Wrym Summit returned to its usual calm. However, the bloodstains on the ground and the damaged buildings served as harsh reminders of the violence from the night before.
The military forces called by Grace had already taken the prisoners from the Hall of Gods into custody.
Rumors spread rapidly, sparking gossip throughout the martial world. All the major guilds were watching closely. After all, very few people in history had dared to challenge Sacred Wrym Summit, and an invasion aimed at destroying it was truly unprecedented.
Those who witnessed the events understood the outcome clearly. The world had come to see Arion as a true terror. He was no ordinary man; he seemed almost godlike.
Inside the Hall of Gods’ headquarters in Streuqua, the key members were gathered, sitting in two rows on either side of the grand hall.
At the front, on a throne facing the entrance, sat a man dressed in golden armor. His face was hidden behind a golden mask. Even while seated, he looked unusually tall and muscular. His guards, who stood nearly six and a half feet tall, appeared small beside him.
This man was Satan, the Supreme Leader of the Hall of Gods and the most powerful being in Streuqua. No one knew what he truly looked like or how strong he really was.
The name “Satan” was known only to outsiders and passed down through stories. He had held the title of Supreme Leader since the Hall of Gods was founded centuries ago.
Many had challenged his authority over the years, but the results had always been disastrous. These challengers included leaders from some of the strongest factions in the underworld. Over time, Satan’s fearsome reputation became well-known.
As Satan reviewed the latest battle report,
Satan’s crimson eyes, hidden under his mask, narrowed in anger. He couldn’t believe his plans had failed so completely.
Bailey, Willem, and the assassins from various nations were all top fighters. Along with the elite force from the Hall of Gods, they should have easily taken down Sacred Wrym Summit. But instead, they faced a crushing defeat.
Satan wondered if his subordinates were incompetent or if the defenders of Sacred Wrym Summit were truly that strong.
“Everyone, what do you think went wrong with this mission?” he asked. The room fell silent until he finally spoke again, his voice empty of emotion.
A man in a long black robe, his features concealed, stepped forward. “My Lord, this mission failed primarily because of Grizz Lord Bailey,” he said. “He is not fit to hold the title of God King. His lack of strength and leadership led to our downfall.”
A woman with a seductive figure and wearing an Erythian mask chimed in. “Poseidon, watch your words. Bailey was appointed by His Lordship. Are you questioning his judgment?”
“Hera, don’t stir the pot. I’m not doubting His Lordship’s decision—I’m saying Bailey wasn’t ready to replace Hades,” Poseidon replied coldly.
“Yet you still refuse to admit it,” Hera laughed softly. “Everyone knows Bailey is strong, and his appointment as God King was a unanimous decision. You can’t just dismiss him like that.”
“If he’s so great, why did the entire plan fail? Why was our army wiped out?” Poseidon scoffed.
“You…”
Hera was quiet for a moment.
“Enough!” A loud voice broke the tension. The man standing before them, broad-shouldered with blonde hair, spoke firmly. “No more arguing in front of His Lordship. Show some respect.”
Poseidon and Hera immediately fell silent, clearly still holding some respect for the blonde man.
“Zeus, what do you think?” Satan asked, turning slightly to look at him, his red eyes fixed on Zeus.
“My Lord, I believe our mission failed mainly because we didn’t have enough information,” Zeus replied calmly. “We didn’t understand Sacred Wrym Summit well enough, and much of what we gathered turned out to be useless. Most importantly, we underestimated Arion’s strength. This led to Bailey’s ambush failing, and everything fell apart.”
“Go on,” Satan said, nodding.
Zeus’s tone became more serious. “From what I’ve discovered, Arion’s strength has surpassed that of a mortal. Unless you, my Lord, intervene yourself, no one will be able to defeat him.”
He spoke respectfully, but deep down, Zeus doubted even Satan could win against Arion.
“I cannot leave the Hall of Gods for personal reasons,” Satan said, his tone unchanged. “Therefore, I have to consider the mission to kill Arion a failure. While we can’t destroy Sacred Wrym Summit, we must continue our plans for Dragonmarsh. What do you suggest we do next?”
“I recommend focusing on the royal family of Dragonmarsh,” Zeus said quietly. “My investigation shows that their king is dying. Once he’s gone, the country will be thrown into chaos. We can use this chance to place a puppet prince on the throne and help him gain power. Then the entire nation will be ours.”
“A solid plan,” Satan replied, his crimson eyes glinting.
Her eyes sparkled with interest. “Zeus, you will lead the operation. You have access to all the resources of the Hall of Gods, including Hera and Poseidon. This mission must succeed—failure is not an option.”