Elijah moved through the aftermath of battle, leaving Doug and his men with strict instructions to guard Arthur Palace and, above all, protect Sophia.His mind was set—this final confrontation was inevitable.He made his way toward the dark, isolated part of the grounds where Duke West had stationed himself, awaiting their last clash.The night air was thick with tension as he arrived.Duke West stood under the cold, flickering light, his expression twisted with a self-satisfied smirk.“Elijah,” Duke West greeted, his voice dripping with contempt.“I didn’t think you’d have the nerve to face me alone.”Elijah’s gaze remained steady. “I’m here to end this. All of it.”Duke chuckled, his eyes narrowing. “End it? This has only just begun. Everything you hold dear, I’ve had my hands on it—controlling, twisting.”He tilted his head, a gleam of triumph in his eyes. “Your family’s destruction? That was me, boy. Your enemies? They all answered to me.”Elijah’s jaw tightened, but he held his g
The remnants of battle were still fresh in Elijah’s mind as he walked back to Arthur Palace, every step heavy with Duke West’s final words haunting him.By the time he reached the door, he was greeted by Doug, who looked tense but relieved.“Elijah, Sophia’s been asking about you since the attack began,” Doug said, his voice lowered. “She’s safe, but… shaken.”Elijah nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Keep the defenses up, Doug. This might not be over.”As he walked into the main hall, Sophia rushed toward him, her eyes wide with worry. She wrapped her arms around him without hesitation. Elijah stood in his study, poring over Duke West’s records that Doug had retrieved.The name of the elusive third player remained hidden, but every detail he uncovered pointed to a force even more cunning than Duke West had ever been.Doug entered the room, carrying a set of files.“Marshal, I dug deeper, but this person—whoever they are—knew how to cover their tracks. The few names we found are aliases, but one of them connects to multiple arms deals and covert missions in Evendore.”Elijah’s eyes narrowed.“So, this isn’t just another power-hungry figurehead. They know the game well enough to staThe Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 106. The Unseen Enemy
Elijah paced in his study, the weight of the latest findings pressing heavily on him. Doug stood beside him, a file open in his hands.“Here’s what we’ve uncovered so far,” Doug said, tapping the coded messages. “Someone close to Sophia is sending intel to Duke West’s partner. Reno confessed, but this… this runs deeper.”Elijah nodded, his jaw clenched. “If Reno’s involved, he’s not alone. The family has become a conduit of information to my enemies, and it’s putting Sophia at risk.”Doug sighed, glancing up at Elijah. “What’s your next move, Marshal?”Elijah’s gaze sharpened. “We need to keep watching. Until we have proof, we can’t make a move, or they’ll just retreat further into the shadows. Right now, Sophia’s family is gathering. I’m attending that meeting with her to get a clearer view of where they all stand.”...At the Donald estate, Sophia entered the meeting room beside Elijah, her expression a mix of determination and apprehension. The room was filled with her family membe
Elijah found Reno in the dimly lit library of the Donald estate, sifting through documents.Reno’s casual expression shifted when he noticed Elijah approaching, a glimmer of suspicion in his eyes.“Elijah,” Reno greeted with a forced smile.“Didn’t expect to see you here. What brings you to my corner?”Elijah didn’t waste a second. “Reno, I know you’ve been sharing information with Duke West. Your so-called ‘confession’ about feeding him Sophia’s business details wasn’t the whole story.”Reno leaned back, feigning innocence. “I already admitted my part, Elijah. Just business… nothing more. It’s hardly a crime.”Elijah’s gaze sharpened. “You’re still holding back. You implied you knew something about this shadow figure—the one who’s been connected to Duke West. Who is he?”Reno smirked, tapping his fingers thoughtfully against the arm of his chair. “And why would I give you that, Elijah? It seems like you’re more invested in protecting your own secrets than anyone else’s.”Elijah took
Elijah sat in his study, pouring over documents from his family’s past.Each faded paper held fragments of history, hints of alliances, betrayals, and—on the edge of one of the oldest pages—a name barely legible in the aged ink: The Architect.The name had surfaced time and time again, a figure that seemed to pull strings from the shadows, orchestrating events that led to his family’s downfall.Elijah’s jaw tightened as he traced the name with his finger, a renewed determination in his eyes.“Doug,” Elijah called, not looking up. Doug stepped forward, waiting patiently.“I need you to go deeper into this. Find out everything you can about ‘The Architect.’ I don’t care how obscure the details are. This person has woven themselves into every part of our history.”Doug nodded, his gaze steady. “Understood, Marshal. If this Architect is still active, they’ll be watching every move we make.”Elijah leaned back, the weight of his family’s past heavy on his shoulders. “They’ve watched long e
Arthur Palace was now under heightened security, each corridor lined with vigilant guards and every entrance fortified. Elijah’s gaze swept over the estate, his thoughts fixed on the growing threat of the Architect, the shadowy figure manipulating forces from behind the scenes. He had stationed guards specifically around Sophia’s quarters, restricting her movements for her safety.Doug approached him, his face set in a grim expression. “The last sweep shows nothing unusual. But Marshal, the Architect… their influence seems to be woven deep. We need to stay sharp.”Elijah nodded. “There’s no room for error, Doug. Whoever this Architect is, they’re counting on catching us off guard.” He looked toward Sophia’s quarters, his thoughts clouded with worry. “She’s the priority.”Doug gave a nod and retreated, leaving Elijah alone in his thoughts. He turned to head toward Sophia’s wing, but the sound of muffled voices caught his attention....Inside one of the drawing rooms, Sophia paused out
Arthur Palace was glowing in soft, warm lights, casting a comforting glow over the grand halls and gardens as the charity event began. Guests filled the rooms, their laughter mingling with the soft notes of the orchestra. Elijah moved through the crowd, his gaze constantly shifting as he kept a vigilant eye on every corner of the event.Doug appeared beside him, nodding in greeting. "Marshal," he whispered, his tone serious. "Reno and the rest of Sophia's family arrived just moments ago. Something feels… off."Elijah’s expression hardened. "I know. Keep watch on them, especially Reno. He’s been nervous, and I don’t trust him. If they try anything, we move."Doug nodded, slipping quietly back into the crowd, leaving Elijah to his tho
The tension of the last few weeks had finally ebbed, leaving a rare, quiet evening at Arthur Palace. Sophia stood by the balcony, gazing at the distant city lights. She wore a silk robe that barely reached her knees, the fabric flowing like liquid around her curves. Hearing Elijah enter the room, she turned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.“Elijah,” she said, her voice soft yet inviting. “I’ve been thinking. Don’t you think it’s time we celebrated properly?”Elijah raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. “And how exactly do you propose we do that, Mrs. Norton?”Sophia crossed the room, her steps deliberate and graceful. “Oh, I have a few ideas,” she tea
The artifact sat on the table between them, glowing faintly as its presence seemed to command attention from everyone in the room. Elijah, Sophia, Doug, and their closest allies gathered in the war room at Arthur Palace. Maps, documents, and intelligence reports covered the table, the final pieces of a plan to dismantle the shadow organization once and for all.Elijah leaned forward, his voice calm but firm. “This is where we make our stand. The artifact’s message is clear—it’s not just about power. It’s about unity and the future of Evendore. That future doesn’t include the remnants of this organization.”Doug nodded, his respect for Elijah evident in his tone. “Marshal, the team is ready. The leader’s forces are scattered, but they’re planning
The ruins of Elijah’s childhood estate stood eerily quiet, framed by overgrown foliage and the skeletal remains of its former grandeur. As the convoy rolled to a stop, the team stepped out, surveying the desolation. “This is it,” Elijah said, his voice steady but laced with unease. Sophia walked beside him, her hand brushing his arm for reassurance. “We’ll uncover the truth, Elijah.” Doug approached, carrying a detailed map on his tablet. “Marshal, we’ve identified an entrance beneath the main structure. It’s heavily reinforced, but with some effort, we can breach it.” “Then let’s move,” Elijah ordered, his resolve firm. ...The entrance led to a narrow, winding staircase that descended into darkness. The air grew colder as they ventured deeper, their flashlights cutting through the gloom. The walls were lined with faded carvings and inscriptions, depicting scenes of unity and conflict. Sophia paused, running her fingers over one of the carvings. “These symbols... they’re
Elijah stood in the hidden chamber, his fingers brushing against the worn edges of the records scattered across the desk. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through the cracks in the stone walls, but his attention was locked on the words before him. “Marshal,” Doug’s voice crackled over the radio, “security reports the attack teams have fully retreated. We’ve secured the perimeter.” “Good,” Elijah replied, his voice low. “I need you down here. There’s something I want you to see.” Minutes later, Doug joined him, his boots echoing against the stone floor as he entered the room. “This place…” Doug trailed off, scanning the shelves of ancient artifacts. “I didn’t even know this chamber existed.” “Neither did I,” Elijah admitted, holding up a faded letter. “But these records... They tell a story we’ve only scratched the surface of.” Doug leaned in, reading over Elijah’s shoulder. The letter detailed an alliance formed generations ago between the Norton family and a cla
The early morning air was tense at Arthur Palace. Elijah stood in the strategy room, Doug by his side, their attention locked on a detailed map of Evendore. Red circles and lines crisscrossed the map, each marking a key point in the shadow organization’s network.“Marshal,” Doug began, his tone serious, “our intelligence confirms the syndicate is operating through multiple fronts. Their most critical assets are hidden in plain sight—financial hubs, trade routes, and even political offices.”Elijah’s jaw tightened as he studied the map. “If we take out these points, we’ll cut off their power at its roots. But they won’t go down without a fight.”Doug nodded. “I&rs
Elijah sat in the study at Arthur Palace, the room dimly lit as he sifted through the documents Doug had recovered. Each piece of evidence painted a picture of a meticulously orchestrated campaign against the Nortons, with threads reaching back generations. The identity of the shadow organization’s leader remained elusive, but their motivations were beginning to surface. Doug entered the room, his expression grave. “Marshal, I think we’ve got something. The leader’s been operating under the alias ‘The Arbiter,’ but there’s more. They’ve been manipulating Evendore’s key players for decades, and it all seems to trace back to a grudge against your family.” Elijah looked up, his jaw tightening. “A grudge? What kind of grudge, Doug?” Doug placed a folder on the table. “It seems their family fell from grace generations ago, and they blame the Nortons for it. Financial ruin, social exile—it’s all tied to decisions made by your ancestors.” Elijah leaned back, his mind racing. “And now
Elijah sat in his study at Arthur Palace, the atmosphere thick with tension. The assassin’s sigil was etched into his mind, a symbol that held too many unanswered questions. Doug entered quietly, carrying a folder of findings.“Marshal, we’ve recovered items from the assassin’s possession,” Doug said, placing the folder on the table. “There’s a map with marked locations and some coded notes. All of it points to connections with Evendore’s elite.”Elijah leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on the documents. “Elite? Are we talking about government officials or high-ranking businessmen?”“Both,” Doug replied. “It seems this shadow group has infiltrated eve
Elijah stood by the window, staring out at the city as the first rays of sunlight pierced the skyline. Doug entered quietly, his steps deliberate.“Marshal, we’ve confirmed movement from the assassin,” Doug said, holding a tablet displaying surveillance footage. “They’ve been seen near the eastern district. Likely scouting routes to get closer to Mrs. Norton.”Elijah turned, his expression grim. “Then we don’t have much time. Keep all units on standby, and double the security around Sophia.”Doug nodded. “Already done, sir.”Just then, Sophia entered the room, her presence immediately commanding at
Elijah stood in the dimly lit room, his arms crossed as he stared down the double agent. The man sat in a chair, bound but not entirely subdued. His eyes flickered nervously between Elijah and Doug, who stood a few steps behind, his usual stoic demeanor replaced with barely concealed disdain.“You’ve got one chance to explain yourself,” Elijah said, his voice low and sharp. “Start talking.”The man licked his lips, his hands trembling. “They came to me months ago. I didn’t know who they were at first, just that they had resources and reach. They knew everything about my family. They threatened to kill them if I didn’t cooperate.”Sophia, standing by the wall, narrowed her eyes. &l