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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 118. Gathering Storm
Elijah and Sophia moved swiftly through Arthur Palace, rallying their closest allies.There was no time for hesitation; David, The Architect, had woven his influence deep into Evendore’s elite, and they would need every ounce of support to dismantle it.Doug approached, his expression tense but determined."Marshal, Lando Yale and a few others have confirmed their support. They’re willing to stand with us against The Architect’s forces."Elijah nodded, clasping Doug’s shoulder. "Good. Tell them to prepare for what’s coming. We’ll need them ready for anything David throws our way."Sophia, standing close by, took Elijah’s hand, her gaze unwavering. “If we’re going to do this, we’ll do it together. Evendore’s future depends on it.”Elijah’s eyes softened as he looked at her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He turned back to Doug. “Coordinate with Lando and his men. Make sure everyone knows what’s at stake.”Sophia stepped forward, taking a breath. “And my family… they need to unders
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 119. Fall of the Architect
Elijah stood in the dimly lit hall, his gaze fixed on the entrance where he knew David, the Architect, would make his appearance.The tension hung thick in the air, the quiet moments before a storm that had been brewing for years.He adjusted his stance, calm but ready, every muscle braced for what lay ahead.The doors opened, and David strode in, his expression calm, almost amused."So," he said, his voice echoing off the walls, "we’ve finally come to this."Elijah’s eyes narrowed. "The game you started all those years ago—it ends tonight."David chuckled, the sound low and taunting."You speak with such finality, Elijah. But do you really think you’ve outmaneuvered me? Everything you’ve done, every alliance, every move… I saw it coming. I allowed it."Elijah held his ground, his voice steady. "And here you are, alone, without any of your puppets to back you up. Maybe your control wasn’t as absolute as you thought."David’s expression darkened. "I was the one who shaped Evendore! I d
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 120. New Horizons
Two days after the shocking incident, Elijah and Sophia finalized their honeymoon plans. The destination had been decided: a secluded island, far from the noise and power games of Evendore. Sophia was thrilled, her eyes lighting up as she read through the itinerary, while Elijah observed her with a small, reserved smile."So," Sophia said, folding the itinerary and looking up at him, "an island getaway, huh? Just us, no interruptions?" Her tone held a mix of excitement and disbelief.Elijah nodded, a touch of amusement in his eyes. "Just us. Away from it all."She reached across the table, her fingers brushing his. "I can’t believe it. After everything… it’s really happening."Elijah’s expression softened. "You deserve this, Sophia. We both do."Her eyes shone as she squeezed his hand. "It’s just… well, it feels surreal. And for once, I want to leave all the complications behind. No more shadows from the past, no more questions… Just us and the future."Elijah gave a slight nod, hidin
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 121. Shadows on the Horizon
Elijah and Sophia spent their days immersed in each other’s company, exploring the winding paths of the island and savoring every moment together.It was a new world for them—one where there was no need to look over their shoulders, no reason to hold back.Late in the afternoon, they walked along the beach, their hands intertwined as they gazed out at the endless horizon.Elijah glanced over at Sophia, his usual guarded expression softened.“You know,” he began, his voice low, “I never thought I’d have a moment like this. With someone like you.”Sophia looked up, smiling. “And what’s that supposed
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 122. The Attack
Sophia walked along the villa’s quiet path, enjoying the peaceful breeze, while Elijah had stepped away momentarily to handle a call.She hadn’t gone far from their suite when a voice called her name.“Sophia.”Startled, she turned to see Olivia, standing just beyond the pathway’s dim light, her face twisted with a mix of rage and cold determination.“Olivia?” Sophia’s voice trembled with surprise, her confusion laced with unease. “What… what are you doing here?”Olivia stepped closer, her eyes flashing with something fierce. “I came for answers, Sophia. And to warn you about the man you think you know.”Sophia took a hesitant step back, her heart pounding. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Of course, you don’t,” Olivia sneered, inching closer.“Elijah—or James, as he was with me—has been lying to you. Did he ever tell you about the promises he made to me? The plans we had together?” Her voice was like ice.Sophia’s hands clenched into fists. “Elijah and I don’t keep secrets,
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 123. Broken Truths
The silence in the room was thick, an unspoken tension settling between them as they returned to their suite.Sophia’s mind spun with Olivia’s accusations, the words replaying in fragments, twisting her understanding of Elijah’s past.Elijah noticed the shift in her gaze, the uncertainty that shadowed her usually bright expression. He took her hands gently, guiding her to sit down beside him.“Sophia,” he began, his voice soft but steady, “I know Olivia’s words… they were painful to hear. There are things in my past that I haven’t fully told you. I never wanted you to be burdened by them.”Sophia studied his face, seeing the traces of pain he h
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 124. Echoes of the Past
The morning sunlight bathed the quaint, bustling streets of the town as Elijah and Sophia strolled through hand in hand.The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and the cheerful chatter of locals. It was peaceful—a welcome escape from their usual world of power plays and hidden dangers.“Isn’t this nice?” Sophia murmured, glancing at him with a soft smile. “Just us, a little normalcy for once.”Elijah squeezed her hand, his own smile relaxed but fleeting.“It is,” he agreed, though there was an edge of distraction in his tone. His gaze flicked around as if on guard, yet she knew it wasn’t the typical vigilance he held.As they turned a corner, Sophia noticed his expression change, his eyes narrowing as his jaw tightened.Standing across the square was an elderly man surrounded by a small entourage, speaking with the townsfolk who greeted him with a mix of admiration and respect.His presence commanded the space, his stature as imposing as his silver hair was distincti
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 125. I'm Yours
Elijah stirred restlessly in his sleep, his brow furrowed.The room around him darkened, shifting into the smoke-filled remnants of his childhood home.Flames licked up the walls, casting a horrific glow as they ate away at everything familiar. His heart pounded as he watched the destruction unfold, powerless to stop it, every sound swallowed by the crackling fire.“No… stop!” he whispered in his sleep, clutching at his blanket as though trying to shield himself.A loud crash echoed in his dream, and he bolted upright, his chest heaving. The bedroom was dark, silent. The only sound was his own labored breathing.“Elijah?” Sophia’s soft voice broke through his haze, bringing him back to the present. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, worry filling her eyes as she searched his face. “What happened? You looked… frightened.”Elijah exhaled deeply, running a hand over his face. “It was just… memories,” he said, his voice strained. “I saw the fire… my home…”Sophia’s eyes softened, and sh
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357. No More Goodbyes
“Elijah…” A soft voice broke the quiet evening. Elijah stood at the edge of the city, watching the last light of the sun fade into the horizon. The sky burned with hues of orange and deep crimson, a reflection of the journey that had brought him here. The wind carried a familiar scent, one that stirred memories he had buried deep. Years had passed since the war ended. Evendore had changed under his leadership, rising from the ashes of corruption into something new. The people called him a legend—the Black Dragon who had defied fate and rewritten history. Statues had been built, songs had been sung, and yet none of it truly mattered to him. Because for all his victories, a part of him had remained empty. He turned at the sound of his name, his breath catching in his chest. Sophia stood a few feet away, bathed in the golden light of dusk. She had changed, yet she was still the same—strong, beautiful, and filled with a fire that had never faded. Her eyes held a depth that spoke
356. A New Dawn
“The world is finally changing, Sir.” Doug stood beside Elijah, overlooking the city from the tallest watchtower. Below them, the streets of Evendore bustled with life. Merchants called out their wares, children played freely, and workers repaired buildings that once stood in ruins. The scars of war remained, but hope had taken root. Elijah’s gaze swept across the city. “It’s changing, but not fast enough.” Doug crossed his arms. “Progress takes time.” Elijah exhaled, his shoulders tense. “Time isn’t always on our side.” The past few months had been filled with rebuilding, restructuring, and keeping order. He had expected resistance, and he was right. Not everyone welcomed the new Evendore. Former enemies lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A soldier approached, saluting. “Marshal, we have visitors at the southern gate. They claim to be old allies.” Elijah exchanged a look with Doug. Doug’s expression darkened. “Old allies? Or old enemies?”
355. A Leader’s Burden
“Elijah Norton, the world is waiting for your next move.” Elijah glanced up from the map spread across the table. Across from him sat an elder statesman, his expression calm but expectant. Others in the council chamber watched Elijah closely, their gazes filled with a mix of respect and uncertainty. Doug stood at Elijah’s side, his posture rigid. He could feel the tension in the room. The war was over, but leadership brought its own kind of battle. Elijah leaned back in his chair. “The world doesn’t need me to rule it,” he said. The elder gave a knowing smile. “Perhaps not. But it does need someone to guide it.” Elijah tapped a finger on the table. “Evendore must rebuild first. There are still families in mourning, cities in ruin. People need stability, not another ruler.” A younger council member frowned. “But without you at the forefront, chaos could return. Power-hungry men will see this as an opportunity.” Doug finally spoke, his voice firm. “The Marshal is not a kin
354. The Final Goodbye
“I have to leave.” Sophia’s voice was quiet but firm. The air in the room seemed to shift, as if even the walls understood the weight of her words. Elijah stood by the window, his back partially turned. He had expected this. The moment she woke up different, he knew. Still, hearing her say it felt like a blow he wasn’t ready for. Doug stood near the door, tense but silent. He watched his Marshal closely, waiting for his response. Elijah inhaled deeply before turning to face her. “Where will you go?” Sophia hesitated, as if the answer wasn’t clear even to her. “I don’t know yet. But I need to figure out who I am now.” Her fingers gripped the fabric of her sleeve. “Everything feels… wrong. Familiar, but different. I can’t stay like this.” Elijah studied her carefully. The woman before him was still Sophia, yet there was a distance between them, an invisible wall that had not been there before. Doug finally spoke, his tone careful. “Miss Sophia, the city is still in recover
353. A World Without Chains
“She’s waking up.” Elijah turned at Doug’s words. His hands, stained with ink from writing orders, clenched slightly. He had spent days dismantling the last of the corrupt families, ensuring Evendore would never fall into the same darkness again. But none of it had mattered more than this. He pushed the heavy door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. Sophia lay on the bed, her skin no longer deathly pale, but there was something… different. Her eyes, once warm and familiar, now held an eerie stillness. She blinked slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Elijah.” Relief surged through him, but it was laced with caution. He sat beside her, studying her carefully. “You’re awake.” She exhaled, as if testing the very act of breathing. “I feel… strange.” Doug remained near the door, standing guard as always. “Marshal, should I call the healer?” Elijah shook his head. “Not yet.” He looked back at Sophia. “What do you remember?” She frowned slightly, as though pulling me
352. The Price of Victory
"It's over." Doug's voice carried across the battlefield, but no one responded. The silence was heavy, broken only by the crackling flames and the distant groans of the wounded. Elijah stood still, staring at the Warden’s lifeless body. His hand was clenched at his side, his knuckles white. Victory had come, but at what cost? Doug stepped closer, his face grim. “Marshal, we should regroup.” Elijah exhaled slowly. “What’s the status?” Doug wiped the sweat and dirt from his forehead. “We won, but barely. Our forces are in bad shape. Too many losses.” He hesitated before adding, “Lando… he’s gone.” Elijah’s gaze snapped to him. “Gone?” Doug nodded. “Vanished after the fight. No one knows where he went.” Elijah’s jaw tightened. Lando had always been a threat lurking in the shadows. If he was still alive, this war wasn’t truly over. “We’ll find him,” Elijah said, though exhaustion pulled at his voice. Doug gave a firm nod. “Understood, Sir.” A sudden gasp made them tu
351. Breaking the Cycle
"You were never free, Elijah." The Warden’s voice echoed through the ruined battlefield. Dust and ash hung in the air, swirling around his towering figure. Sophia stood beside him, her expression unreadable. Elijah’s grip tightened on his sword. “Enough of your lies.” The Warden chuckled. “Lies? No, Marshal. Only the truth. You and Sophia—your entire existence has been leading to this moment.” He gestured around them. “Did you really think your survival was coincidence? That your strength was simply fate?” Elijah’s jaw clenched. He had spent years fighting, carving his own path through blood and loss. The thought that someone else had been pulling the strings made his stomach turn. Doug stepped closer, his breathing ragged. “Sir… don’t listen to him.” But Elijah had to know. “Explain.” The Warden smiled. “Very well.” He turned his gaze to Sophia. “You, my dear, are the key. The final piece of a long-buried project. Your blood, your abilities—none of it was natural.” So
350. A Battle of Ideals
“The choice was always yours, Elijah,” the Warden said, standing tall amidst the chaos. “And you chose wrong.” Elijah gritted his teeth, his fingers tightening around his sword hilt. The battlefield around them was in shambles. Soldiers clashed, blades rang, and shouts of agony filled the night. Smoke curled into the sky, and the ground was slick with blood. Doug and the others fought desperately, their forces barely holding on against the Warden’s elite warriors. The battle had tipped dangerously out of their favor, and Elijah knew it. He could hear Doug’s grunts of effort, the sharp clash of steel, but he kept his focus on the man before him. “You think I’d ever stand beside you?” Elijah growled, his eyes burning with fury. “You’ve destroyed lives, torn families apart. And for what? Power?” The Warden chuckled. “Power is what shapes this world, Marshal. Not honor. Not justice. You cling to those things like a drowning man clutching a broken raft.” He spread his arms. “But lo
349. The Last Betrayal
“Sir, we’ve got a problem,” Doug said, his voice tense as he approached Elijah. “Something’s wrong.”Elijah’s gaze shifted from the map spread out on the table to Doug, his expression already darkening. “What is it, Doug?”“There’s been a breach. A leak,” Doug said, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Someone’s been feeding information to the Warden. They knew our plans, our movements.”Elijah’s heart sank. He had always trusted the men and women under his command, but now, doubt crept in like a shadow. “Who?” he asked, his voice tight with anger.“I don’t know yet,” Doug replied, his voice steady. “But we’re working on it. We’ll find out who’s behind this.”Elijah clenched his fists. “They betrayed us. They’ve been working for him all along.”Doug nodded grimly. “Yes, Sir. The Warden knew exactly when to strike. It’s too perfect.”The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the camp, and Elijah’s attention shifted. Sophia appeared, her face pale and her eyes wide with worry. “Elijah,
