An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2613

Chapter 2613

Bang!!

The ground shook with a thunderous crash.

The moment the white figure landed, a golden shockwave erupted outward.

Zombies charging toward him slammed into an invisible force and were instantly ripped apart. Blue-gray limbs and dark brown corpse fluid splattered across the city wall, filling the air with smoke and a nauseating stench.

“It’s that peerless master!”

Someone shouted from within the city. Cheers erupted from the once-horrified crowd.

They still remembered that last time, when Linche was consumed by red fog, this same fairy-like figure had appeared—absorbing the fog with a power none could comprehend, saving their city from destruction.

Now, facing a sea of zombies, seeing that white figure again felt like witnessing a miracle.

“He’s finally here,” Matthias muttered, bloodied saber in hand. He exhaled deeply in relief as he stared at the lone figure.

If a land immortal like him was here, perhaps this nightmare could be stopped.

A three-inch golden light shimmered at Logan’s fingertips. He moved like a blur through the zombie horde, as if wielding an invisible sword.

Wherever that golden glow flashed, dozens of zombies disintegrated into dust. He stepped with precision, weaving left and right through the chaos, his seemingly chaotic path flawlessly avoiding every clawed lunge.

A massive zombie, nearly ten feet tall, lunged toward him with its mouth gaping.

But Logan didn’t back away—he moved in.

He pressed a single palm onto the monster’s head.

The creature howled and thrashed wildly, but golden lines surged from Logan’s hand and penetrated its rotting skin. They shot through its orifices and, in the blink of an eye, its body exploded in a mist of gore.

“Fall back to the breach!” Matthias snapped into action, slashing down two stray zombies. “Get the people inside the city moved now!”

The remaining soldiers immediately sprang to work, carrying the wounded and escorting the civilians—especially those from the Wang family—deeper into the city.

A medic with a first aid kit rushed toward Kyle, whose arm had been severed. But before he could reach him, a zombie blocked his path.

Just as the zombie’s claws were about to strike the medic’s face, a golden beam shot from the side and pinned the creature to the wall.

Logan had quietly appeared.

Golden light still danced in his palm. His voice was steady. “Take him away.”

Kyle bit his tongue and tried to stand, but Logan pressed a hand down on his shoulder.

That light touch felt like a mountain.

“Staying here will only slow me down.”

Before Kyle could respond, Logan had already leapt toward the breach in the broken wall, streaking forward like a bolt of white lightning.

Outside the walls, the zombies continued pouring in. Blue-gray bodies piled together, a grotesque tide of death writhing in the twilight.

Logan hovered above the gap.

As he formed a hand seal, a piercing cold wind swept across the ground. Tiny golden specks shimmered in the air—wherever they landed on a zombie, deep blue flames erupted.

“Burn.”

Logan’s voice was quiet, but the moment he pressed his palms forward, the scattered flames gathered into a massive pillar of fire.

It was like a waterfall of magma crashing from the heavens.

The entire breach was instantly engulfed.

Shrill screams rang out, only to be drowned by the roaring flames. The zombies’ so-called invincibility was nothing. Their bodies melted like wax in the dark blue fire, filling the air with a disgusting burnt stench.

Normal flames could hardly harm them—but Logan’s flames were different.

One touch, and they ignited. Within seconds, they were reduced to ash.

When Matthias returned to the gate with his family, he looked back—and froze.

The pillar of fire pierced the sky like divine judgment.

Even the soldiers on the wall forgot to fight. They could only stare, stunned.

The firestorm burned for the time it took an incense stick to finish—then slowly faded, revealing the gap in the wall. Charred. Quiet. Dead.

The horde of corpses was gone.

Only smoke and ash remained.

Logan hovered silently, his white robe glowing faintly gold in the firelight. He looked like a god descending from the heavens.

“Thank you, Senior!” Matthias bowed, his voice filled with awe and gratitude.

He had believed his troops could defend the city. But now he saw clearly—the power of the immortal realm was beyond anything he could imagine.

Logan narrowed his eyes, glancing down at the city wall. Black blood continued to ooze from its cracks.

“There are still stragglers.”

He flicked his fingers. Three golden streaks of light shot toward the east, west, and north ends of the city.

“Check those areas.”

Matthias immediately dispatched search teams. Sure enough, they found zombies hidden in three separate cellars. For some reason, the fire hadn’t reached them. The creatures growled and clawed at the air vents.

“Thank you for your guidance, Senior,” Matthias muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.

If Logan hadn’t noticed, those hiding monsters might have brought disaster again.

Logan said nothing. His gaze drifted toward the horizon.

The setting sun cast a warm glow on his face, highlighting the beads of sweat that slid down his jaw. Even for someone of his level, jumping from city to city had taken its toll.

“It’s time to settle things with the White Bone Cult,” he muttered coldly.

Though his voice was quiet, the chill in it could freeze blood.

Matthias stiffened. So this was the moment—the immortal was finally turning his blade on the source of all this chaos.

He tightened his grip on his sword and said solemnly, “This junior is willing to fight by your side.”

Logan glanced at him and said calmly, “Just guard Linche.”

Before the words had even settled, his figure had vanished, streaking toward the horizon like a bolt of golden light.

Everyone on the city wall watched in silence. Down below, the people of the city fell to their knees and bowed, weeping in gratitude.

Matthias stood atop the battlement, staring at the direction Logan disappeared into.

Then, slowly, he plunged his sword into the earth—and bowed deeply toward the south.

That man hadn’t just saved the city.

He had saved him.