An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2550

That night, two figures hovered silently above Nathaniel’s mansion, surveying every detail below.

They were none other than Zeus and Hera.

“This is the place.”

Exchanging a brief glance, they transformed into two streaks of light and slammed down in front of the gates. With a single strike, they knocked the guards unconscious.

Zeus then casually raised his hand. The main gate erupted in a violent roar, disintegrating into dust within seconds.

Instantly, a surge of immense energy swept through the entire mansion.

“Who dares break into Prince Nathaniel’s estate?”

The commotion drew the attention of Lycas and Bryce, two of Nathaniel’s personal guards. With a squad of soldiers, they rushed out and surrounded Zeus and Hera, who had just entered the compound.

But the overwhelming pressure radiating from the intruders sent chills down their spines. Their expressions darkened with unease.

“Where is Logan Rhys?” Zeus demanded.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice cold and indifferent, as if the guards didn’t matter at all.

“I don’t care who you are,” Lycas snapped. “Leave now, or face the consequences!”

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” Zeus replied.

With a scoff, he flicked his finger through the air.

A thick bolt of purple lightning shot forth, slamming into Lycas’ chest. In the next instant, his body exploded.

“What?!”

Everyone recoiled in shock. Their faces turned pale with disbelief.

Lycas had been the strongest among them—his strength nearly at the developed grandmaster level. In Oakvale, he was considered one of the top experts.

Yet none of them expected him to be killed in a single strike—without even a chance to fight back.

“I’ll ask one more time. Where is Logan Rhys?” Zeus said coldly.

Sparks of lightning danced between his fingertips, crackling with lethal power. For someone at his level, killing an ordinary martial artist was no harder than swatting a fly.

“Are you Zeus, the royal god of the Hall of Gods?” Bryce asked.

He recognized him by the distinctive Strequan features—and the deadly lightning crackling in his hand. No one else wielded that kind of power.

Zeus sneered. “At least you’re not entirely clueless. Since you know who I am, you’d better answer me truthfully. Otherwise, none of you will walk out of here alive.”

“Lord Zeus, Logan is no longer here. He already left the mansion,” Bryce answered.

“He left?” Zeus frowned. “Where did he go?”

“Logan comes and goes without notice. We don’t know where he is,” Bryce replied, shaking his head.

“You don’t know?” Zeus’s expression turned grim. “Then you’re of no use to me.”
With that, he raised his hand, ready to strike.

“Wait!” Bryce nearly collapsed from fear as he blurted out, “We may not know where he is right now, but we can track him down. We’ve got informants all over Oakvale. It won’t take long to locate him.”

Zeus slowly lowered his hand.

The Hall of Gods had agents stationed in Oakvale, but there were areas where they couldn’t operate freely without drawing unwanted attention. If Nathaniel’s men were willing to assist in the search, it would make finding Dustin much easier—and could help avoid unnecessary conflict.

“You have one day. If I don’t have the information by tomorrow, I’ll burn this place to the ground,” Zeus warned.

“Yes, of course,” Bryce said with a frantic nod.

When facing a world-class ultimate grandmaster like Zeus, he knew there was no room for negotiation. If he so much as hesitated, he’d be struck down by lightning in an instant.

Survival was all that mattered. He’d agree to anything to stay alive. Whatever happened afterward would be Nathaniel’s problem to deal with.

“Let’s go,” Zeus ordered.

With a sharp push off the ground, he soared into the sky and vanished into the night.

Meanwhile, Hera turned to Bryce and the others. She blew gently in their direction, releasing a black, deathly mist that surged into their bodies.

“Don’t even think about running. If you mess this up, you’re all dead,” she warned.

With a sneer, she transformed into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

As soon as they were gone, Bryce’s legs gave out. He collapsed to the ground, soaked in cold sweat.

The other soldiers weren’t faring much better. Their faces were pale, as though they had just stared death in the face.

The pressure from Zeus and Hera had been overwhelming. The image of Lycas’ body exploding was burned into their minds—a traumatic scene they’d never forget.

After sitting in stunned silence, Bryce finally snapped out of it. He scrambled to his feet and rushed toward the courtyard where Nathaniel was staying.

This wasn’t something a second-in-command could handle alone. He had to report it to Nathaniel immediately.

If possible, they would need to summon the elite palace guards—assuming even they could stand against such power.