An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2666

Chapter 2666

The roars of the three-headed beast thundered through the canyon, shaking loose gravel from the walls.

Its six scarlet eyes locked onto Logan. The middle head suddenly reared back, then spat out a torrent of blazing dark red fire, the flames reeking of sulfur and surging forward like molten magma.

Even before the flames reached them, the heat distorted the air. Shallow puddles evaporated instantly, and the guards felt their hair curl and their skin sting.

“Stand back!”

Logan’s low shout rang out. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, placing himself in front of everyone. He didn’t draw his sword. His fingers pressed together like a blade, and he thrust forward.

A crescent-shaped green sword energy appeared, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle. It slashed into the torrent of fire.

There was no deafening explosion—the green arc simply split the flames in half, as cleanly as a knife through butter.

The parted fire rushed past Logan’s sides, scorching the rock walls black, but it never touched him or those behind him.

The monster bellowed in fury. All three heads roared at once, then the other two attacked. The left head spewed a foul green mist thick with poison, while the right head released a silent psychic shock that stabbed straight into Logan’s mind.

“A trifle.”

Logan’s expression didn’t change. He flicked his sleeve, and a wave of energy surged out, sweeping the poisonous fog back toward the beast. At the same time, his spiritual will condensed like a sword and shattered the psychic attack with ease.

Choked by its own venom, the beast howled louder, thrashing in rage.

Its colossal frame suddenly reared up, chains rattling as its front limbs—like twin hammers—came crashing down toward Logan’s head with the force to shatter a mountain.

“Just in time!”

A spark of fighting spirit lit Logan’s eyes. His right hand finally left the hilt.

“Clang!”

The sword rang as it left its sheath, its cry echoing through the canyon like a dragon’s roar. The blade shimmered like flowing autumn water, cold and sharp.

Instead of dodging, Logan stepped into the strike. His wrist flicked, his sword tracing a fluid arc upward. A brilliant green sword energy shot skyward.

“Split the sky!”

The strike met the beast’s claws head-on.

“Boom!!”

The canyon erupted with the impact. Airwaves blasted outward, the ground split, and stone fragments flew in all directions.

The monster shrieked in agony. Its mighty claws—capable of tearing divine weapons apart—were severed at the wrists, spraying dark red blood like a waterfall.

It staggered back, three heads flailing as its roar grew shrill and desperate.

But just when everyone thought it was finished, the beast’s body began to change.

The lava-like glow under its scales flared brighter, like a volcano about to erupt. The wounds writhed—not to heal, but to transform.

Its body shrank even as its aura surged higher. Its scales thickened, gleaming with a cold metallic light. With two sharp cracks, a pair of black, webbed wings burst from its back.

Bones ground together with a sickening sound. The three heads fused into one—a horned, bone-spurred head with longer fangs and a single scarlet eye that glowed with cruelty.

No longer a lumbering ground beast, it was now a flying terror three meters tall with a wingspan of ten meters—half dragon, half lizard, and far more dangerous.

“Second form?” Logan raised a brow. The transformation was unexpected. The beast’s speed, strength, and aura had nearly doubled.

“Roar!”

The single eye locked onto him. The monster’s wings snapped open, launching it forward like black lightning. Its claws slashed for Logan’s throat, while its horn flared with light and fired a beam of destructive energy straight at his chest.

“Good speed.”

Logan’s voice was calm as his figure blurred and vanished. The black beam blasted into the ground where he had stood, leaving a gaping hole.

In the next instant, he appeared above the beast’s flank. His sword swept down, and countless arcs of green sword energy rained like a storm.

“Ding-dang-dang… Puff!”

The beast whipped its wings, conjuring whirlwinds that shattered most of the blades, but not all. Dozens slashed through, carving deep gashes into its scales and drawing blood.

The creature shrieked in pain, its single eye flashing with vicious cunning. Ignoring its wounds, it twisted its body and opened its massive jaws.

Within its maw, a ball of pitch-black energy rapidly condensed. The destructive aura it released made Grace and the others tremble, their very souls quivering.