An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2654

Chapter 2654

The air around the deep pit froze. Every gaze locked on the man in the coffin who had suddenly opened his eyes, hearts pounding so violently they felt ready to burst.

Those eyes were bottomless—carrying centuries of coldness and killing intent. One glance sent a chill down the spine.

Then an even more shocking scene unfolded.

The man moved, rising from the crystal coffin as if weightless. Without a single sound he floated upward, stopping half a meter above the pit.

Sunlight poured over his white robe, outlining a tall, slender frame. A faint halo clung to him, like a god descending from legend. He looked down at the crowd with indifference and disdain, as though at a swarm of ants.

Tristan, Matthias, and Nathaniel exchanged glances and saw the same suspicion and fear reflected back.

That pressure. That otherworldly aura. It far surpassed anything they had imagined.

“Could this… could this be an immortal?” a soldier whispered, voice trembling.

Milton’s brows knit tightly. His grip on the branch turned his knuckles white. If this man truly is an immortal, we’re in serious trouble.

The man’s gaze swept across the clearing. Wherever it passed, soldiers ducked their heads, hardly daring to breathe.

When his eyes fell on the three Linsor brothers, his stare sharpened even further.

“You have trespassed on Fairyharbor Island and disturbed the Lord’s slumber…” His voice rang cold and heavy, like a bell that cracked thunder in their ears. “You all must die.”

Before anyone could react, he lifted his right hand and pointed at a general.

The general’s face blanched. He tried to move but found himself frozen in place.

A sharp pain shot through him—then his body exploded with a deafening bang. Blood and flesh sprayed the soldiers around him.

“Ah—!” Screams erupted. Soldiers stumbled backward in terror, desperate to escape the horror in front of them.

Matthias’s pupils shrank. The sight chilled him to the core. But long years on battlefields forced him to steady himself.

Retreating now meant death even faster.

“Everyone listen! Move forward and capture him!” Matthias barked.

Several elite masters leapt into action. Weapons drawn, they sprang toward the man in midair. They were veterans, each unmatched in battle—yet in front of this man they looked small.

The floating figure’s lips curled faintly in mockery.

He raised his left hand and flicked it outward. A casual motion—yet brimming with terrifying power.

The first wave of masters froze midair. Then, just like the general before them, they erupted one by one with a string of sharp bangs. Blood mist filled the sky before a scream could escape.

The remaining fighters went pale, rooted in place, fear in their eyes.

Tristan and Nathaniel stood rigid, ice creeping through their veins. Their hearts felt clamped by an invisible hand.

Never had they witnessed such power—one gesture, and over a dozen masters erased. Not a single one had lasted even a round.

“Retreat! Retreat now!” Tristan shouted, voice shaking.

He knew staying meant annihilation.

Matthias’s jaw tightened, but he understood as well. “Retreat!” he ordered.

The soldiers, already terrified, seized on the command like drowning men grasping driftwood. They turned and ran, scrambling toward the beach.

Order dissolved into chaos. Everyone thought only of escape.

Above them, the man hovered silently. He did not pursue. He did not strike again. He simply watched from midair—calm, indifferent, like a bystander observing a swarm of ants scatter.