An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2475

Chapter 2475

“Damn it! This guy is too good at fighting. If this keeps up, we’re in trouble!”

Ziggy swung his twin swords with fierce precision, aiming for Manuel’s vital points with every strike.

But Manuel was quick, weaving through the crowd with agility. He refused to face Ziggy head-on, clearly stalling for time.

“The general should be far away by now. There’s no point in wasting time on him—retreat!”

Trevor, seeing how their attacks had failed to bring Manuel down, considered pulling back. He wasn’t afraid to die, but he wouldn’t throw his life away for nothing.

With the general safely gone, their mission was complete.

“A few of you hold him back! The rest, follow me!”

Ziggy made a swift decision. Realizing a prolonged fight was pointless, he turned and fled with his men, leaving a few behind to stall for time.

But before they could get far, chaos erupted.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of soldiers poured out from the alley entrance, completely blocking their path.

“Retreat!”

Ziggy and Trevor exchanged a look. Without hesitation, they veered in another direction and ran for their lives.

With less than a hundred men, they had no chance against an army that outnumbered them several times over.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The ground trembled as a wave of synchronized footsteps thundered toward them.

Ziggy and Trevor skidded to a halt, eyes widening in disbelief.

At the end of the road, a black-armored force surged forward like an unstoppable tide.

They wore ghost-face masks, their sharp eyes gleaming beneath the eerie visors. Their presence radiated raw power and an overwhelming killing intent, making them more fearsome than even the elite law enforcement teams.

“The Dragon Guard?!”

Ziggy and Trevor’s faces drained of color when they saw the emblem on the leading soldier’s chest.

Everyone knew about West Lucozia’s Black Dragon Army—the most elite force in the world.

They were undefeated. Unstoppable.

And the Wandering Dragon Guards? They were the best of the best, handpicked from the Black Dragon Army.

Only about a hundred of them existed, but each one was a master.

Any single Dragon Guard was a match for an entire squad.

The palace would never deploy them unless the situation was truly dire.

Ziggy and Trevor never imagined that tonight’s conflict would be serious enough to summon the legendary Dragon Guards.

The moment the Dragon Guards locked eyes with the Red Fire Army, Ziggy and Trevor knew they were doomed.

Even against tens of thousands of regular soldiers, they had confidence in their ability to break through.

But against over a hundred Dragon Guards?

There was no escape. No chance of survival.

By now, Manuel had regrouped with his reinforcements and quickly closed in.

Ziggy, Trevor, and over a hundred Red Fire Army soldiers were now trapped—tigers ahead, wolves behind. No way out.

The Dragon Guards halted, and a middle-aged general stepped forward.

Broad-shouldered and imposing, his sharp gaze flickered between Ziggy and Trevor before he spoke, his voice ice-cold.

“Surrender or die.”

Just four words—but they carried a crushing weight.

This man was Jaxon, the war hero who had turned the tide when the palace was under siege last year.

And his true target wasn’t Ziggy or Trevor. It was General Cardinal, the Dragon Marshal—a warrior strong enough to be considered a half-step grandmaster. A man who truly warranted the Dragon Guard’s intervention.

Trevor turned to Ziggy, gripping his sword tighter.

“What do we do?”

They were sworn brothers. Their oath wasn’t to be born on the same day—but to die on the same day.

“What else? We fight!” Ziggy spat, his face fierce with resolve.

The city was under lockdown. They had already been branded as traitors.

Even if they surrendered, their fate would be worse than death.

It was better to die with honor.

“Alright! Let’s fight!” Trevor took a deep breath, his expression hardened with determination.

“Brothers! Kill them!”

With a roar, Ziggy and Trevor led their soldiers in a final, desperate charge toward Jaxon.

Jaxon’s voice was steady, merciless.

“Leave no one alive.”

Clang!

Over a hundred Dragon Guards drew their swords and surged forward in chilling silence.

One side charged with a furious battle cry, roaring like thunder.

The other moved without a sound, their silence more terrifying than any scream.

Then—impact.

A split second later, a horrifying scene unfolded.

The Dragon Guards carved through the Red Fire Army like a scythe through wheat.

Brutal. Efficient. Unstoppable.

The elite soldiers of the Red Fire Army, the once-feared generals Ziggy and Trevor—none of them stood a chance.

They fell. One by one.

In an instant, the battlefield was nothing but lifeless bodies and blood-soaked ground.

Manuel and his men, who had been pursuing them, came to an abrupt stop, their faces pale with shock.

They had heard the legends of the Dragon Guard.

But witnessing their power firsthand?

It was terrifying.

The elite Red Fire Army, warriors trained to endure the harshest battles, had been cut down as effortlessly as fruit beneath a knife.

This was not a battle.

It was a massacre.