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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 263. The Quinn Enforcer
“You’ve walked into my web, Marshal Norton,” Donovan Quinn said, his voice smooth and sharp like a blade. He stood at the center of a dimly lit warehouse, surrounded by armed men. His eyes were cold, calculating, as he watched Elijah and his team step cautiously through the door.Elijah’s gaze remained steady. "Your web looks fragile, Donovan. Let’s see how long it lasts."Donovan smirked. "You’ve underestimated the Quinn family for the last time."The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension. Sophia’s hand rested lightly on her weapon, her eyes scanning every shadow. Doug stood at Elijah’s side, his posture relaxed but ready, his sharp eyes taking in every detail."Marshal, this place screams 'trap,'
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 264. The Secret Weapon
“They call it the ‘Pulse,’ Marshal,” said Dr. Everett, his voice trembling as he slid a set of blueprints across the table. The scientist was pale, his eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit safehouse. “It’s unlike anything I’ve ever worked on before.”Elijah studied the blueprints with sharp eyes, his jaw tightening as he understood the implications. The schematics showed a massive device capable of emitting an electromagnetic pulse strong enough to cripple Evendore’s infrastructure.“Why would they create something like this?” Sophia asked, leaning over Elijah’s shoulder to get a better look.“To control everything,” Dr. Everett replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “If they activate it, every communication, every defense system—gone. They’ll have the city in the palm of their hand.”Elijah looked up, his gaze piercing. “Where is it?”Dr. Everett hesitated, his hands shaking. “They’ve hidden it in a remote facility outside the city. But it’s heavily guarded. You won’t get
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 265. Allies in the Shadows
“We can’t do this alone,” Elijah said, his voice firm as he stood at the head of the table. The room was filled with resistance leaders, each representing a group willing to stand against the Quinn family. “If we don’t work together, the Quinn family will continue to thrive in the shadows.”One man, burly and scarred, crossed his arms. “Marshal, we’ve heard promises before. What makes you different?”Sophia stepped forward, her calm yet commanding presence drawing every gaze. “Because we’ve lived through their cruelty,” she said. Her voice was steady but filled with emotion. “I’ve been betrayed by my own family, but I stand here because people like you gave me hope. This isn’t just about revenge—it’s about justice.”The room fell silent, her words resonating deeply.Elijah nodded, adding, “The Quinn family has manipulated this country for too long. We’ve already dismantled part of their operation. With your help, we can finish the job.”A woman at the far end of the table leaned forwa
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 266. Infiltration
“Everyone knows the plan, right?” Elijah whispered, his voice steady but firm. Doug nodded, adjusting his gear. “Yes, Sir. Get in, grab the intel, and get out. Easy.” Sophia gave him a sidelong glance. “Easy? You really think this is going to be easy?” Doug smirked. “I like to stay optimistic.” The team moved silently through the dense forest surrounding the Quinn family’s fortress. The air was heavy with tension, every rustle of leaves making them pause. In the distance, the towering fortress loomed, its walls bathed in the glow of searchlights. Elijah held up a hand, signaling the team to stop. “Guards ahead,” he said softly. They crouched low, observing two armed men patrolling the perimeter. Sophia leaned toward Elijah. “We need a distraction.” Doug grinned, pulling a small device from his pocket. “Leave that to me, Sir.” Elijah gave a curt nod. “Keep it quiet.” Doug activated the device and tossed it a few meters away. It emitted a faint, rhythmic beeping. The
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 267. The Quinn Matriarch
“You’re bolder than I expected, Elijah Norton,” a smooth, commanding voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber. Elijah’s team froze as the sound of footsteps grew louder. From the shadows emerged Meredith Quinn, draped in an elegant yet austere gown, her silver hair coiled in a perfect bun. Her piercing eyes scanned the group with calculated disdain. “You must be Meredith Quinn,” Elijah said, his tone calm but firm. Meredith smiled coldly. “And you must be the Black Dragon. What a nuisance you’ve become.” Sophia stepped forward, her fists clenched. “Your greed and cruelty have destroyed lives. Don’t act like you’re above it all.” Meredith’s gaze shifted to Sophia, a flicker of amusement crossing her face. “Ah, the disgraced granddaughter of the Donalds. Tell me, child, do you think your self-righteousness changes anything? You’re still a product of the very system you claim to despise.” Sophia’s voice was steady, her anger simmering beneath the surface. “That system will
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 268. The Stand
“Is this what it’s all come to, Marshal?” Meredith’s voice rang out over the battlefield, amplified by the speakers of the Quinn family’s stronghold. “You think you can dismantle a legacy like mine with brute force?” Elijah stood at the head of his army, his gaze steady as he surveyed the towering fortress ahead. Beside him, Sophia tightened her grip on her weapon. “Your legacy is built on lies and blood,” Elijah replied calmly. “It ends today, Meredith.” Doug stepped forward, scanning the defenses with his keen eye. “Marshal, they’ve fortified the southern wall, but it’s a bluff. Their real weakness is in the eastern flank. If we hit hard and fast, we can break through.” Elijah nodded. “Then that’s our approach. Signal the resistance to move into position. We’ll divide their forces and take them down piece by piece.” Sophia looked at him, her eyes filled with determination. “I’ll lead the eastern charge. They won’t see it coming.” Elijah hesitated for a moment but then ga
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 269. Justice Served
“You can’t do this to me,” Meredith Quinn sneered, her voice echoing in the grand courtroom. “I built this city. My family made Evendore what it is today!”Elijah stood tall at the witness stand, his dark eyes calm but unyielding. “You built this city on corruption, greed, and blood. Your actions nearly destroyed it.”The room was packed with citizens of Evendore, their murmurs creating a wave of tension that filled the space. The trial was being broadcast live, a moment of reckoning that everyone had been waiting for.Sophia sat beside Elijah, her gaze steady as she watched Meredith’s composure begin to crack.Judge Alde
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 270. New Challenges
“Marshal, you’re going to want to see this,” Doug said, stepping into Elijah’s office. He carried a folder under one arm and a knowing smirk on his face. Elijah looked up from his desk, his expression calm but curious. “What is it, Doug?” Doug placed the folder on the desk, flipping it open to reveal several grainy images and reports. “Remnants of the Quinn family’s technology. We thought we got it all, but it looks like some of it is in the hands of rogue factions. They’ve been popping up in smaller regions, causing trouble.” Elijah’s jaw tightened as he examined the photos. “More fallout from their empire. It never ends, does it?” Doug leaned against the desk, his tone light despite the grim subject. “With families like the Quinns, there’s always a mess to clean up. But hey, at least we’re good at it.” Elijah gave a small chuckle, shaking his head. “You have a unique way of looking at things, Doug.” Doug grinned. “It’s a gift, Sir.” ...Meanwhile, Sophia stood on the b
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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,
