An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2521

Austin’s expression turned grave as he noticed the doubt in Dustin’s eyes. He knew Dustin wasn’t the type to worry without reason.

Streuqua was home to many strange beings—vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural creatures. These entities were notoriously difficult to kill. Even decapitation didn’t guarantee their death.

Austin wasn’t certain whether Poseidon possessed such resilience. The Hall of Gods and its so-called royal deities remained an enigma to most people in West Lucozia.

To be safe, they needed to retrieve Poseidon’s head—for their own peace of mind.

Out at sea, Jaxon led a team of soldiers and crew members as they scoured the waters in search of Poseidon’s severed head.

Back at the docks, all eyes turned to Warrick, Mulder, and the others. Bound and defeated, they were dragged before Dustin and Austin one by one.

Warrick looked pale, but defiance burned in his eyes. He knew his fate was sealed. With Poseidon dead, his last hope had vanished.

Mulder, by contrast, was terrified. His eyes were filled with desperation—he clung to any chance of survival.

“Warrick,” Austin said coldly, “you’re a Major General of West Lucozia. Yet you’ve slaughtered innocents, colluded with foreign enemies, and betrayed your people. Did you truly believe you’d get away with it?”

“Victory or defeat—that’s the nature of war,” Warrick replied. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it. I’ve lived my life on the battlefield and never feared death.”

He snorted and lifted his chin, facing death with defiant resolve.

“Don’t worry. I’ll execute you,” Austin sneered. “But not yet. I want your death to serve as an example.”

He intended for Warrick’s execution to send a clear message—to strike fear into the hearts of West Lucozia’s remaining traitors.

“As for the rest of you…” Austin turned his attention to Mulder and the others.

“Your Highness, please spare me!” Mulder cried.

He dropped to his knees with a loud thud, pleading, “Warrick forced me into this. I made a terrible mistake, but I beg you—please, Your Highness, show mercy and spare my life!”

Before Austin could respond, Axel, who stood beside Mulder, struck him with a vicious backhand that sent him sprawling.

“You treacherous bastard!” Axel roared. “How dare you beg for mercy? His Highness treated you well, and you turned into a spy for the Hall of Gods? Scum like you deserve worse than death!”

“Axel, please! I know I made a terrible mistake, but I was forced into it. For Alania’s sake, please speak to His Highness for me. Ask him to show mercy,” Mulder pleaded.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet he continued to beg.

“Don’t you dare mention my sister!” Axel snapped, kicking him hard and sending him crashing to the ground.
He drew his sword and declared, “You’ve betrayed His Highness and West Lucozia. For that, you deserve death. No one can save you now. Today, I’ll clean up this mess on His Highness’s behalf.”

Without hesitation, he swung the sword down and severed Mulder’s head.

Mulder’s body convulsed as his head hit the ground, eyes wide open, as if he couldn’t believe it ended this way.

After the execution, Axel finally released his pent-up rage. Dropping the bloodied sword, he knelt before Austin in remorse.

“Your Highness, I failed to manage my family properly, and that allowed Mulder to betray us. Please punish me as you see fit.”

“You will be punished,” Austin replied coolly. “But I need capable men now, so I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.”

He continued, “You have three days to root out every last one of Warrick’s accomplices. If you fail, I’ll hold you accountable for this failure and your past mistakes.”

“Thank you, Your Highness, for your mercy,” Axel said.

Now that Austin had placed his trust in him, Axel vowed never to let him down again.

Meanwhile, Jaxon and his team spent the entire night scouring the sea, but despite their best efforts, Poseidon’s head remained missing.

Austin didn’t wait. He left half the troops to continue the search while he returned with Poseidon’s body.

The ocean was vast, filled with treacherous currents and countless sea creatures. Recovering a single severed head from the seabed was no easy task.

Even if Austin stayed, there was little he could do.

Inside a majestic grand hall in Artea, the members of the Hall of Gods had gathered. The news of Poseidon’s defeat struck like a thunderclap—everyone was stunned and furious.

“I can’t believe Poseidon failed so miserably. He couldn’t even complete a simple task and barely escaped with his life. What a disgrace to the Hall of Gods,” Zeus growled, frowning.

“A mere boy defeated him, and his body was mangled. He escaped with only the tiniest fragment of his soul. He’s a shame to the title of royal god,” Hera said.

She crossed her arms, contempt burning in her gaze. A chilling aura surrounded her, freezing the air with her presence.

At that moment, the Supreme Leader, Satan, slowly rose from his throne. His towering frame radiated authority, cloaked in an aura of dark, mysterious energy.

His icy gaze swept across the hall as he spoke in a low, firm voice. “Logan has too much potential. Give him a few more years, and he’ll become a serious threat to us.”

“My Lord, allow me to handle him. I’ll make sure he doesn’t leave Dragonmarsh alive,” Hera said confidently.

“My Lord, let me go instead. I want him to feel the fury of thunder,” Zeus added coldly.

Satan paused in thought, then issued a decisive command. “To be safe, both of you will go to Dragonmarsh. Eliminate him at all costs.”

Zeus and Hera exchanged glances and nodded.

“Yes, My Lord.”