An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2611

The last glimmer of golden light faded from Logan’s fingertips just as the head of the final zombie near the warehouse door turned to dust. Dark brown fluid splattered onto the weathered green wall, releasing a stomach-turning stench.

Nathaniel leaned on his broken spear, chest rising and falling rapidly, with cracked zombie bones embedded in the dents of his armor.

He looked around at the scattered corpses, then raised his gaze to the white-robed figure before him. His eyes were filled with the relief and gratitude of someone who had narrowly escaped death.

“Thank you, Senior. I will never forget your kindness.”

Nathaniel bowed deeply to the white figure floating in the air, his posture full of respect.

Logan’s white robes were still spotless. His sharp eyes scanned the littered battlefield, pausing for a moment as his brows furrowed. “These were just pawns. Where’s the main zombie horde?”

Nathaniel’s expression grew grim. He turned his head toward the southern end of the city, where the sky was choked with a thick, gray fog. Faint, guttural roars echoed from within the haze.

“Senior, there are still tens of thousands trapped in the southern shantytowns. They haven’t had time to evacuate. Please… help us.”

Logan’s gaze turned sharp. Without saying another word, a golden light burst from his body. In the next instant, his figure became a blazing beam of light, streaking across the sky like a meteor toward the south side of the city.

His speed was so great that only a golden trail remained in the air. Even the rushing wind couldn’t keep up.

Everyone standing with Nathaniel was stunned. They stared at the fading beam of light, speechless.

…

Meanwhile, the southern part of the city had plunged into chaos.

Tens of thousands of zombies wandered just outside the shantytowns, shrieking and snarling. Their gray skin stretched tight over their bones, rotting muscle turned inside out, long claws glinting with deadly cold light.

Inside the shantytowns, men, women, and children were packed together. Faces pale, eyes hollow. Some sobbed quietly, others clutched their loved ones tightly, all of them gripped by despair.

“Daddy, I’m scared…” a child no older than six whimpered in his mother’s arms, clutching her clothes with tiny trembling hands.

The father, a strong man by appearance, looked pale and defeated. He held a splintered stick in his hands and whispered with a shaking voice, “Don’t be scared. Daddy will protect you.”

But the way he trembled betrayed his own fear.

The flimsy barriers around the shantytown groaned under pressure. The zombies were slamming against them, harder each time, stretching them to their limit.

One of the creatures reached a claw through the fence and slashed an old man’s arm. Blood sprayed instantly, and the man cried out in pain.

At that critical moment, a golden light fell from the sky like a lightning strike.

Boom!

The golden beam exploded in the middle of the zombie horde, sending out a radiant halo of light. Everywhere the light touched, zombies disintegrated into ash. Screams filled the air.

Everyone was stunned. Then, someone looked up.

A white-robed figure hovered in the air.

It was Logan.

His gaze swept over the rotting crowd below—ice-cold and unwavering. A golden orb formed in his palm, crackling with tiny golden bolts of lightning that gave off a fierce, sizzling sound.

“Die, you wicked things!”

Logan hurled the orb like a divine judgment.

It fell like a blazing sun.

When it hit the ground, the light exploded outward. A shockwave rippled through the air, toppling everything in its path.

Zombies within range were instantly vaporized, gone without a trace.

Those further away stumbled backward, howling, scorched by the aftershock.

As the light faded, what had been a dense wave of zombies was now a crater of silence—only a few stragglers remained, snarling but unsure.

Then Logan moved again.

He flashed through the battlefield like a ghost, golden light dancing from his fingertips.

Each strike wiped out dozens.

His movements were fluid and fast, and his white robes trailed like silk as he danced through death.

He was like an angel of light in the middle of hell.

The people inside the shantytown could only watch, frozen in awe. Fear and despair forgotten, replaced with stunned silence.

Just moments ago, these zombies had pushed them to the edge of death.

Now, they were being wiped out like insects.

Half an hour later, the last zombie collapsed beneath Logan’s light.

The gray fog that had covered the southern skies began to lift. Blue crept back in. The sun shone once more.

Logan landed silently in an open space.

People erupted in cheers. Some jumped. Others cried.

But Logan didn’t react. He looked around at the survivors, expressionless, then turned toward the distance—where more chaos likely awaited.

The crowd surged forward, wanting to thank him. But before anyone could get close, Logan’s body turned into a beam of golden light and vanished into the sky.

All that remained were piles of ash, and thousands of survivors staring at the heavens.

They bowed deeply in the direction he had gone.

And silently, they swore they would never forget the one who saved them.