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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 334. Captured by Darkness
"Take her! Now!" one of The Warden’s men shouted. Sophia barely had the strength to fight back as rough hands grabbed her. Blood soaked her shoulder where Lando’s bullet had struck, and her vision blurred. She tried to summon her power, but it flickered weakly, slipping through her grasp. “Elijah—” Her voice barely left her lips before a sharp blow to the back of her head sent her world spinning. Elijah’s roar of fury echoed across the battlefield. He lunged forward, cutting through the soldiers in his path, but there were too many. The Warden’s forces were prepared this time. Smoke grenades exploded around him, choking the air with thick fog. "Marshal!" Doug yanked him back just as a group of enemy soldiers fired in their direction. "We have to move!" Elijah fought against Doug’s grip, his breathing ragged. "They're taking her!" Doug gritted his teeth, dragging Elijah behind a broken wall. "Sir, listen to me. We can’t fight them like this! We’re outnumbered, and you’re wo
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 335. Into the Lion’s Den
“We’re running out of time,” Elijah said, his voice sharp as he surveyed the dimly lit hideout. “We move tonight.” Doug stood at his side, nodding. “Understood, Marshal. But we still don’t know what we’re walking into.” “That’s where I come in,” Lando said smoothly from across the room, leaning against a crate. Elijah turned his cold gaze to him. “And why should I trust you?” Lando smirked. “Because you don’t have a choice. I know the layout of The Warden’s stronghold. I know how to get you inside without triggering every alarm in the place.” Doug’s hand hovered near his weapon. “And what do you want in return?” Lando’s expression darkened slightly. “A future. One where The Warden doesn’t control everything. Like it or not, our goals align—for now.” Elijah studied him, weighing his words. He hated relying on a man like Lando, but time was slipping away. Sophia needed him. “Fine,” Elijah said at last. “But if you try anything, I will put a bullet in you myself.” Lando
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 336. The Warden’s Game
“Welcome, Marshal Norton.” Elijah barely had time to react before the floor beneath him erupted. A series of hidden charges detonated, sending shockwaves through the corridor. Smoke and dust filled the air as his team scrambled for cover. “Elijah!” Cassian shouted, gripping his injured shoulder as he stumbled back. Doug pulled him up, eyes scanning for threats. “Sir, it’s a trap!” Elijah wiped blood from his forehead, his expression hardening. “Of course it is.” A voice crackled through the speakers lining the walls. The Warden’s voice—calm, mocking. “I must admit, I expected you to be more cautious. Charging in so recklessly… I’m disappointed.” Elijah tightened his grip on his blade. “Where is she?” The Warden chuckled. “Sophia? She’s watching.” A monitor flickered on in the debris-covered hall, revealing Sophia bound inside a reinforced containment room. Her breathing was unsteady, her eyes wild with barely restrained energy. “Elijah—” she began, but the screen c
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 337. A Monster Awakens
“Elijah… don’t come any closer.” Sophia’s voice trembled, but her power did not. Energy crackled around her like a storm barely contained, making the air thick with heat and tension. Her hair floated, her irises burning with an unnatural glow. The ground beneath her feet cracked, pulsing with the force threatening to break free. Elijah stood just a few feet away, his body bloodied and worn. He could barely keep himself upright, but he refused to back down. “I’m not leaving you.” Behind him, Doug steadied Cassian, whose wounds were severe. Lando stood further back, eyes flicking between Sophia and The Warden, calculating his next move. The Warden merely smiled, watching like a proud creator admiring his masterpiece. “Ah, there she is. The real Sophia.” Sophia clutched her head, her breathing ragged. Voices flooded her mind—memories, pain, whispers of power demanding to be used. She could feel herself slipping, drowning in it. “I don’t want this,” she whispered. “But you d
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 338. Aftermath of Chaos
"It's over…" Sophia whispered, her voice trembling. She stood in the center of the ruined battlefield, her body shaking. Smoke and dust swirled around her, the ground beneath her feet cracked from the force of her unleashed power. Scorched earth stretched in every direction, remnants of what had once been solid structures now reduced to rubble. Elijah, bloodied and bruised, pushed himself to his feet. His body screamed in pain, but he ignored it. His only focus was Sophia. "You lost control," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "But you're still here. That means you can fight this." Sophia turned to him, her eyes filled with torment. "I could have killed you. I could have killed everyone. How do I live with that?" Elijah took a step closer, his expression unreadable. "You live with it by not making the same mistake again." She shook her head, her fingers curling into fists. "What if I can't control it next time?" "Then I’ll stop you," he said simply. "But I don’t bel
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 339. The Hunt Begins
"They think they can hide," Elijah muttered, staring at the map spread before him. "But they're wrong." Doug stood beside him, arms crossed, his face set in a grim expression. "Marshal, the Thompson family has built their stronghold deep in the northern mountains. Lando’s information confirms it—it’s heavily guarded, nearly impenetrable." Elijah’s jaw tightened. "No fortress is impenetrable. We just need the right approach." Across the room, Lando leaned back against the wooden wall of the outpost, arms folded. "You’re making this sound easier than it is. The Thompsons don’t operate like the Shaws or the Wints. They’re strategists. If you go in blind, you’ll be walking into a death trap." Elijah’s gaze snapped to him. "Then tell me something useful." Lando smirked but didn’t hesitate. "The Thompsons have spent years working in the shadows, funding secret projects, bribing officials. But their real power isn’t in money—it’s in knowledge. They’ve collected blackmail, hidden ex
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 340. A City in Chains
“The people are afraid.” Elijah stood at the edge of the rooftop, his gaze sweeping over the city below. The Thompson family’s grip was visible in every corner—guards patrolled the streets in tight formations, merchants dealt in hushed voices, and civilians hurried with their heads down, avoiding eye contact. Fear was thick in the air. Doug crouched beside him, scanning the streets. “Sir, it’s worse than we thought. The Thompsons aren’t just running this place—they own it. Every guard, every official, every merchant… They all answer to them.” Cassian leaned against the stone railing, his arms crossed. “It’s like a prison without walls.” Elijah’s expression remained cold. “Then we’ll tear those walls down.” Lando, standing a few feet away, chuckled. “Easier said than done. The moment you make a move, the entire city will turn against you.” Elijah turned to him. “Then we move carefully. No unnecessary bloodshed.” Sophia, who had been silent, finally spoke. “I could help.”
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 341. The Tyrant’s Fall
“You’re making a mistake, Elijah.” The voice echoed through the grand hall of the Thompson estate. Elijah stood before a tall, broad-shouldered man with graying hair and piercing eyes—Victor Thompson, the head of the family. The scent of burning wood filled the air from the torches lining the marble walls. Elijah’s grip on his sword tightened. “The only mistake was letting your family rule this city for so long.” Victor chuckled, leaning back in his ornate chair. “I’m offering you a choice. A truce.” He spread his hands. “You want justice? Fine. The Warden is your real enemy, not me. Help me take him down, and I’ll give you power.” His lips curled into a smirk. “You could be more than a Marshal, Elijah. You could rule.” Doug shifted beside him. “Sir, we can’t trust him.” Elijah didn’t blink. “You think I’d ever join you?” Victor sighed, shaking his head. “Shame. I was hoping you were smarter than this.” The doors burst open, and armed guards poured in. The trap was sprung
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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,
