An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2658

Chapter 2658

The instant the egret burst into blood-mist, the entire camp froze into silence.

The female guard’s scream lodged in her throat. Her fingers clenched the dagger at her waist so hard her knuckles whitened, nearly splitting skin.

She could only stare as the mist drifted off in the breeze, white feathers speckled with flesh settling across the grass—a vision so shocking it made her knees weak.

Moments ago the bird had been graceful and free. Now a crawling chill climbed her spine until she shivered uncontrollably.

“Miss… it’s good you stopped me just now. Otherwise…” Her voice broke.

The thought of stepping closer—ending like the egret—made her stomach knot with dread.

“This is what makes the confrontation of high masters terrifying.” Grace’s tone was solemn. “Their mental power becomes a tangible domain. Anything entering it is crushed like an ant in a millstone—nothing left, not even bone.”

Around them, soldiers shrank back a few paces. Eyes fixed upward, they no longer dared to whisper. Even their breaths thinned, afraid to disturb the two figures locked in stillness.

By now Logan and the white-robed man had sunk fully into the spiritual world.

There was no sky, no earth here—only a boundless, ink-dark sea.

Its surface lay eerily still, a sheet of frozen sapphire without a trace of sun. Occasionally a low tremor from the depths sent tiny ripples across the water. There was no wind, but each breath felt like swallowing shards of ice.

Logan stood on a narrow, blue-gray craft formed from condensed sword-energy. Its hull was blade-sharp; each tilt carved faint sword-marks across the sea. In stark white robes he blazed against the gloom, his long sword glowing green, the cloud-patterns on its blade pulsing softly with his breath.

A hundred meters away, the handsome man floated above the water. The white light around him had become a vast whale, scales glimmering with cold pearl-sheen. One flick of its tail raised waves several stories high, their crests laced with razored spiritual shock, cutting toward Logan.

“Is that all you’re capable of? You dare stand in my way?” His voice boomed across the sea.

Logan’s gaze narrowed. He raised his sword. A single slash of green light split the incoming waves cleanly in two.

The whale lunged through the gap, jaws opening to a vortex of darkness. Even the surrounding sea spun inward, sucked toward that void.

Logan tapped the boat’s prow with his toe. His body blurred into a streak of light. Sliding past the whirlpool, he rained sword-energy at the whale like a storm.

But each strike dissolved against its scales, leaving only faint marks—like scratching stone.

“Your mental power is strong,” Logan said quietly, “but it’s too overbearing. You don’t know restraint.”

As his words faded, his own power burst outward. From the seabed, countless green sword-pillars speared upward, a forest of blades hemming the whale in. Their edges boiled the water around them.

The man snorted. “Restrain myself? Why should I?”

His hands formed seals. The whale flared with dazzling light, swelling larger, and hurled itself at the encircling pillars.

Boom—!

The spiritual sea quaked. Where pillar met whale, water evaporated into nothing, exposing dark fissures in the seabed. Black turbulence surged up from the cracks, writhing like venomous snakes.

Logan moved without haste. His sword dissolved into a swarm of miniature blades, a green storm cutting through the black turbulence, shooting straight at the man above.

A fierce glint flashed in the other’s eyes. He abandoned all reserve. The white glow contracted until the entire sea trembled.

Far below, a monstrous whirlpool rose—an abyssal “sea-eye” brimming with destructive force. It spun faster and faster, twisting the very space around it.

“Die!” his voice roared. The whirlpool lunged at Logan, devouring the ocean into darkness as it came.

Logan drew a long breath. Every thread of his sword-energy converged into his blade, flaring brilliant green. It twisted, shaping itself into a dragon of swords.

The dragon roared, its scale-lines sharp as etched gold, claws glittering like razors as it hurtled headlong into the sea-eye.

Bang!

The collision shattered the spiritual world.

The deep blue sea rolled back into thousand-meter walls. Cracks veined the ocean floor. Fragments of thought and spirit burst like meteors through the air.

A shockwave tore outward. Logan’s sword-boat splintered; he staggered back, a thin line of golden blood sliding from the corner of his mouth—mental damage echoing into his real body.

Across from him, the whale’s phantom shattered. The white-robed man hovered unsteadily, chest heaving, eyes wide with disbelief.

He had not expected this quiet man to withstand his full-force strike.

Both were flung to opposite ends of the sea, staring at each other across the churning expanse.

The waters still raged, turbulence crackling everywhere. Neither moved to strike again. They only watched one another, cold and intent, the scent of war thickening in the air.