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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 310. The Weight of Betrayal
"We don't have enough to last a week, let alone a full siege," Doug said, shaking his head. Elijah stood near the crumbling battlements, his gaze fixed on the distant torches moving through the valley below. The Warden’s forces were closing in. Every breath of wind carried the weight of impending battle. "We use what we have," Elijah said firmly. "Block off the weakest points, ration supplies. We hold this place as long as we can." Doug gave a sharp nod. "Understood, Sir. I’ll get the men to work." As Doug left, Sophia lingered behind. She looked troubled, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I need to tell you something," she said hesitantly. Elijah turned to her, his face unreadable. "Go on." She exhaled sharply. "When Lando offered me a choice… I hesitated." Her voice wavered, but she pushed on. "For a second, I thought about it. About walking away." A long silence followed. The torches in the valley flickered like ghosts in the darkness. Elijah’s expression didn
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 311. Blood and Stone
"They're coming!" a soldier shouted from the watchtower, his voice nearly drowned by the distant thunder of marching boots. Elijah stood on the crumbling wall, gripping the hilt of his sword. In the distance, The Warden’s forces stretched across the valley like a dark tide, their banners fluttering against the smoke-filled sky. The sheer size of the army sent a ripple of unease through the defenders. The enemy was done waiting. This was the final push. "Positions!" Elijah commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos. Doug hurried up beside him, helmet dented, blood smeared across his armor. "Marshal, the barricades won’t hold if they bring siege weapons." Elijah’s jaw tightened. "Then we make them pay for every step they take." The first attack came swiftly. Arrows rained down, clattering against the stone like a deadly storm. Soldiers ducked behind cover, returning fire as flaming projectiles arched toward the fortress. The enemy was relentless, their war machines grinding
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 312. A Deal with the Devil
"You look like hell, Elijah."The voice cut through the smoke like a blade. Elijah turned, muscles tensed, eyes burning with fury. And there he was—Lando. Not a prisoner. Not beaten or bound. Standing tall, his coat free of blood, his stance relaxed as if the battlefield around them was nothing more than an inconvenience.Elijah’s fingers curled around his sword hilt. "You’re working with them." His voice was quiet, but deadly.Lando sighed, brushing dust off his shoulder. "I wouldn’t put it that way. I’m simply on the winning side."Rage surged through Elijah’s veins. In an instant, he was moving. His sword flashed, aimed for Lando&
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 313. The Aftermath of Surrender
“We move at dawn,” Elijah said firmly, his voice betraying none of the turmoil inside him.Doug nodded, but his expression was laced with concern. “Sir, are you—”“I don’t need sympathy,” Elijah cut him off. His gaze was cold, distant. “I need solutions.”The fortress lay in ruins around them. The air was thick with smoke, carrying the scent of burnt stone and blood. Bodies of both friend and foe littered the shattered battlements, some still smoldering from the last blasts of enemy fire. The walls bore deep scars—cracks where the enemy’s siege weapons had struck. The once-solid stronghold now looked like a wounded beast, barely holding itself together.
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 314. The Warden’s Plan Unfolds
“Welcome, Sophia.” The voice was smooth, measured, but it sent a chill through her. Sophia was led through towering stone corridors, her wrists bound, flanked by armed guards. The air smelled of damp earth and something metallic—like rust or dried blood. The hidden stronghold was nothing like she had expected. It wasn’t just a prison. It was a kingdom in the shadows. At the far end of the grand hall, seated upon a simple yet commanding chair, was The Warden. His presence wasn’t as overwhelming as she had imagined. He was tall but not monstrous, dressed in dark, unassuming robes. His hair was graying at the temples, his face lined with age, but his eyes—sharp and unreadable—held a weight that made her stomach twist. Beside him, Lando stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Sophia clenched her jaw. “So this is what betrayal looks like up close.” Lando barely reacted. “You don’t understand.” “No,” she said coldly. “I understand perfectly.” The Warden smiled
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 315. A Rebel’s Gamble
“This feels like a trap,” Doug muttered, gripping his sword as he walked beside Elijah.Elijah’s eyes remained fixed ahead. “Maybe it is. We don’t have a choice.”They moved cautiously through the dense forest, the branches overhead casting jagged shadows under the moonlight. Every step was slow, measured. The rebels were watching them—Elijah could feel it. Hidden eyes, waiting for a reason to strike.Cassian, just behind them, kept his voice low. “If they don’t want to help, what’s the plan?”Elijah didn’t hesitate. “Then we make them.”
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 316. A Prisoner’s Defiance
“You look tired, Sophia.” Lando’s voice echoed in the dimly lit chamber where Sophia sat, her hands resting on her lap, her expression blank. She didn’t acknowledge him. She had stopped dignifying his words with a response days ago. Lando sighed and leaned against the cold metal table. “I know you hate me. But you need to understand—I’m the only one keeping you from complete ruin.” Sophia finally turned her gaze to him, her eyes sharp. “I don’t need saving, least of all from you.” Lando let out a dry chuckle. “You’re stubborn. I’ll give you that.” She was more than stubborn. She was determined. Every moment in this facility, she studied her surroundings—the routines of the guards, the placement of surveillance devices, the way The Warden operated. She wasn’t waiting for rescue. She was planning her own escape. The door hissed open, and The Warden entered. His presence was suffocating, commanding, as if the air bent to his will. “Sophia,” he greeted smoothly. “How are you
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 317. Fire in the Dark
“Move! We don’t have much time,” Elijah ordered, his voice sharp over the crackling of distant flames. Cassian was right beside him, gripping his weapon. “No resistance so far. That’s not a good sign.” Elijah nodded grimly. The underground facility stretched before them, dimly lit corridors twisting into darkness. They had expected guards, alarms, a fight—but instead, the silence was unnerving. The rebels, moving in disciplined formation, exchanged uneasy glances. Doug tightened his grip on his sword. “Marshal, this feels like a trap.” “I know,” Elijah muttered. “Stay sharp.” They advanced deeper into the facility, their boots echoing off the metal floors. Then, without warning, the lights flickered. A deep, guttural growl echoed through the corridor. Cassian tensed. “What the hell was that?” The answer came in the form of a shadow lunging from the darkness. It wasn’t a man—it was something else. Twisted. Unnatural. The creature’s body was humanoid but grotesquely alte
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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,
