An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2659

Chapter 2659

“I do have some abilities.”

The handsome man’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening into genuine seriousness.

“You’re not bad either.”

Logan’s tone stayed calm, but inwardly he was taken aback. Since stepping into the land of immortals he had never met a true equal. Yet today, one stood before him.

“Come again!” the handsome man growled.

The light around him condensed once more. The broken shadow of the whale did not vanish—instead it fractured into thousands of silver light-fish, each fin lined with tiny blades. Darting through the water, they wove an impenetrable net of light.

A flick of his fingertips shrank the net. Countless light-fish hissed as they dove for the sword-platform beneath Logan, shredding the sea into spiderweb cracks wherever they passed.

Logan’s eyes gleamed. With a twist of his wrist, his sword cut three flowing arcs.

The sword-platform shot hundreds of feet upward. From the waters below, countless green sword-peaks erupted like a forest of spears, spearing through the light-net as easily as shoots through spring soil.

The instant the light-fish struck the sword-peaks they burst into motes of silver, but the swarm behind kept coming, pelting the peaks with sharp “ding-ding” sounds.

The handsome man snorted, fingers flashing into seals. “Whale Swallowing—Silent Destruction!”

All the scattered light above Logan surged together, condensing into a whale-shadow far larger than before. Its vast mouth yawned open; the dark vortex within spun faster and faster, exuding a suction many times stronger than before.

The platform under Logan’s feet quaked. The surrounding peaks cracked. Even the edges of his robes whipped inward with a harsh rustle.

Logan inhaled deeply. Sword-energy flared around him. His whole form became a streak of green light, rushing straight into the storm of waves and fire.

“Sword Dance!”

He wove through fire and ice like a phantom. Each swing of his blade cast a barrier of sword-light, shattering ice-spikes, cleaving through flames. Every cut avoided the attacks’ deadliest edge while striking back at the whale’s weak points with unerring precision.

Wherever his sword-light passed, the whale’s glow thinned, deep sword-marks scoring down to its very bones…

At that moment, in the real world—

The lakeside camp’s atmosphere froze to the point of pain.

The handsome man hung in mid-air, robes stirring without wind. The light surrounding him surged and rippled in visible rings. Grass withered under each pulse. Stones cracked.

A strange flush touched his pale cheeks, and faint golden liquid traced from the corner of his mouth—signs of mental energy burning too hot.

At the stone table, Logan sat motionless. Yet his hands locked so tightly around his sword-hilt his knuckles swelled.

Air warped around him. The tea on the table boiled, droplets lifting free to float like trembling crystals as the ripples spread.

“Miss, look at their breath…” the female guard whispered, voice taut.

Through the shimmering air she saw space itself stretching, bending. Sunlight passing through refracted into colored halos, and everything inside the glow warped as if under water.

The lake’s surface dropped. Soil hardened to stone. The air turned knife-cold.

“Their mental strength is at the breaking point,” Grace said, face grave. “If this continues, the entire lakeside will be flattened.”

Even as she spoke, two waves of light and ripples slammed together.

An invisible shockwave burst outward.

Ancient trees snapped like twigs. Debris whirled. Guards dropped to their knees, clutching their heads against crushing pressure.

In mid-air the handsome man’s figure trembled. The ripples of light widened, cracking the ground all the way to the lake’s edge. Water boiled, mist rising in dense sheets.

The stone table under Logan shattered. Blue light drenched his clothes. The air around him twisted so violently even sunlight struggled to pass.

Guards had retreated far back, staring at the dreamlike battlefield with faces full of fear and awe.

Grace’s brows knit. She felt the terrifying pressure rising, on the verge of exploding at any moment—

Then, suddenly, the surging ripples began to draw inward like a receding tide.

A heartbeat later, twin beams of dazzling light erupted from both combatants.

Boom!

Thunder cracked across the sky.

At the sound, Logan and the handsome man snapped their eyes open at the same time.