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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 152. The Calm Before the Storm
Elijah and Sophia stepped into the grand halls of Arthur Palace, the serenity of the space offering a stark contrast to the chaos they had recently endured. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows painted golden patterns on the marble floors, but the tension between them was palpable. Sophia slipped her hand into Elijah’s as they walked, her voice breaking the silence. “I know you want to keep me close, Elijah. But I need to get back to work. I can’t let fear control my life.” Elijah stopped, his grip tightening slightly around her fingers. “Sophia, you know it’s not just about fear. There are still people out there who’d use you to get to me.” Sophia met his gaze, her eyes firm but warm. “And I trust you to keep me safe. But I need to prove to myself that I can stand on my own, even after everything that’s happened.” Elijah sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Alright. But I’m assigning extra security to you, no arguments.” She smiled, leaning up to kis
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 153. Shadows in the Office
Sophia adjusted the stack of files on her desk, the faint hum of the office filling the air. Despite her best efforts to focus, an unshakable unease crept over her. Something felt… off. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the subtle changes. The janitor lingered a little too long near her door. A clerk, who normally greeted her warmly, avoided eye contact. Even her assistant seemed distracted, her responses curt and mechanical. Sophia exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m overthinking,” she muttered to herself. Still, her fingers found her phone, and she sent Elijah a quick message: ~"Something feels strange here. I’ll tell you more when you pick me up."...At Arthur Palace, Elijah read Sophia’s message, his expression tightening. “Doug,” he called, his voice sharp. Doug entered promptly, clipboard in hand. “Yes, Marshal?” “Double Sophia’s security detail at the office. I don’t like the sound of this,” Elijah instructed. “And have someone sweep the building for anything un
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 154. The Syndicate’s Mark
Elijah stood in Sophia’s ransacked office, his fists clenched as he surveyed the chaos. Doug approached cautiously, holding a folder with initial reports from the security team. “Marshal, we’ve traced the van to an industrial area about ten miles away,” Doug said, his tone grave. “They abandoned it there, but we found some markings inside.” “Markings?” Elijah turned sharply, his voice low and dangerous. Doug handed him photographs of symbols etched into the van’s interior. “They’re tied to an international criminal syndicate. Hague Donald has been in contact with them. He’s trying to expand his power by leveraging the remnants of the Thompson Accord.” Elijah’s jaw tightened as he studied the symbols. “Sophia’s just a pawn to them,” he muttered, his anger simmering. “But they’ve made a grave mistake taking her.” Doug nodded. “We’ll find her, Sir. I’ve sent teams to investigate the warehouse district. The trail doesn’t end here.” ...Sophia groaned as she stirred, her head p
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 155. The Hunt Begins
Elijah stood in the command room at Arthur Palace, surrounded by maps, laptops, and his closest allies. Doug stood to his right, detailing the latest intel, while Lando Yale leaned against the table, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “We’ve confirmed activity near the coast,” Doug reported, pointing to a red-marked zone on the map. “A series of safe houses tied to the syndicate are scattered across this area. One of them could be where they’re keeping Mrs. Norton.” Elijah nodded, his expression grim. “Then we hit them one by one until we find her.” Lando stepped forward, his voice low but firm. “I’ve mobilized some of my security teams. They’re ready to assist wherever you need them. Sophia’s safety is our priority.” “Thank you, Lando,” Elijah replied, his tone appreciative but focused. “We’ll need every resource to stay ahead of these bastards. Doug, coordinate with Lando’s team and get boots on the ground immediately.” “Yes, Marshal,” Doug said, stepping
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 156. The Face of the Enemy
Sophia sat across from Hague in the spacious yet cold Donald family sitting room. The air between them was thick with tension, and Hague’s smug demeanor grated on her nerves. She gripped the armrests of her chair, her knuckles white as she fought to remain composed. “Hague,” she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her, “I know you’re involved in this. I’ve seen enough to understand your resentment toward Elijah, but dragging me into this—your own family—crosses a line.” Hague chuckled, leaning back lazily. “Dragging you into this? Oh, Sophia, you’ve always been blind. I didn’t drag you into anything. You walked into it yourself the moment you aligned with that man.” Sophia’s eyes narrowed. “That man is my husband, and he’s done more for me and this family than you ever have. What’s your real issue with him?”
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 157. A Dangerous Gamble
Elijah stood in the armory room of Arthur Palace, methodically strapping on his tactical gear. His face was calm, but his eyes burned with determination. Doug stood by, reviewing the mission details on his tablet. “Marshal,” Doug said, his voice steady, “The offshore hideout is heavily guarded. We’ve confirmed multiple security layers. Their setup suggests they’re expecting you to come alone.” Elijah smirked faintly, sliding a blade into his belt sheath. “Let them expect that. They’ll be too focused on me to notice the shadows.” Doug nodded. “Our backup team is prepped. We’ll stay close but out of sight unless you signal. Sophia’s safety is the priority.” Elijah’s gaze darkened at the mention of her name. “It always is, Doug. Let’s move.” ...Sophia sat chained to a chair in a small room aboard the offshore hideout. The salty tang of the sea air seeped through the cracks in the walls, mingling with the stale scent of damp wood. Her wrists ached from the restraints, but she r
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 158. The Deadly Pursuit
Hague stumbled back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as Elijah advanced, his fists clenched. The room was silent except for Hague’s ragged breathing and the ominous creak of the old floor beneath Elijah’s boots. “You think you’ve won, Marshal?” Hague spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’ll never find her in time.”Elijah’s jaw tightened, his voice cold. “You’ve already lost. Where is Sophia?”Hague smirked, wiping the blood from his lip. “She’s being moved as we speak. A chopper will take her far beyond your reach.”Elijah didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, grabbing Hague by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “Where?” he demanded, his voice sharp. “Where are they taking her?”Hague struggled but couldn’t escape Elijah’s iron grip. “It won’t matter. By the time you get there, she’ll be long gone.”With a calculated punch to the stomach, Elijah forced Hague to double over. “You don’t get to decide what matters,” Elijah said, his voice low. “Start talkin
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 159. The Last Flight
The helicopter soared into the night, its roar fading as Elijah sprinted toward a waiting vehicle. Doug was already in the driver’s seat, the engine revving. “Marshal, they won’t get far,” Doug assured, his tone calm but resolute. “Then let’s make sure of it,” Elijah said, his eyes fixed on the disappearing craft. “Keep us close.”Doug nodded, the tires screeching as they sped onto the dirt road running parallel to the helicopter’s flight path. The vehicle’s headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the desolate landscape....In the helicopter, Sophia braced herself against the turbulent air. She glanced at the guards seated across from her, their weapons resting on their laps, their eyes watchful. The pilot barked orders over the intercom, demanding updates on their pursuers. Sophia took a deep breath, her gaze darting to a toolbox strapped to the wall. Her mind raced, calculating her next move. She shifted slightly, pretending to adjust her seat. One guard leaned closer,
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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,
