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The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 58. A Dance with Danger
Elijah kept his composure despite the sudden appearance of his old military acquaintance.The man’s shocked expression lingered in the background as Elijah smoothly turned his attention back to William Winter, masking his unease with a practiced smile.Every second felt like a balancing act. His cover was still intact, but it wouldn’t take much for it to crumble.William, ever the charming host, continued to boast about his family’s growing influence, unaware of Elijah’s internal turmoil.“As you can see, we’re positioning ourselves to control a significant portion of the city’s assets,” William said with a sly grin.
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 59. The Cobra
Elijah entered Arthur Palace in the dead of night, his footsteps quiet as he moved through the grand hall.The cryptic warning from earlier echoed in his mind, a constant reminder that he was being watched.He had always known the risks of his double life, but now it was becoming clear that the game was far more dangerous than he had anticipated.The message was specific, precise: “The closer you get to the Winters, the deeper the quicksand.”It wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise that someone, somewhere, was monitoring his every move. And worse, they were watching Sophia too.Elijah made his way to his study, where Dou
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 60. The Cobra's Lair
The air was thick with tension as Elijah navigated the dimly lit streets of the city’s underbelly.He kept his hood low, moving swiftly through the alleyways until he reached the abandoned warehouse where the meeting with The Cobra was set to take place.It was a dangerous part of the city, one where even the bravest souls wouldn’t tread alone. But Elijah was no ordinary man, and this meeting was too crucial to pass up.The moon cast long shadows across the empty streets, and the only sounds were the occasional clink of metal or the shuffle of stray animals.Elijah’s footsteps echoed softly as he approached the entrance, guarded by two hulking figures. They nodded at him, recognizing his presence as expected.Inside, the warehouse was sparse and cold. A single flickering light bulb illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows on the rusted beams and old crates scattered around.Sitting at a table in the center of the room was The Cobra—a figure cloaked in darkness, his face obscured by
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 61. A Bitter Choice
Elijah sat beside Sophia's bed, his eyes scanning her pale, motionless form.He had been monitoring her progress for days, confident that her fractures were healing and that his herbal treatments were working.But now, her condition had taken a sudden turn for the worse. Her breathing was shallow, her skin clammy, and the bruises around her injuries had deepened. "Come on, Sophia," Elijah muttered, running his fingers through her hair."You were getting better. What’s happening to you?"He tightened his jaw, feeling the weight of frustration and helplessness pressing down on him.His attention had been divided, focused on both taking down the Winters and avenging her accident, but now it seemed like his own distractions were costing her recovery.Doug knocked softly on the door before stepping inside."Marshal," he said quietly, "any change?"Elijah shook his head, his expression dark. "She's worse, Doug. I thought the treatments were working, but now... something's wrong."Doug's fa
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 62. The Sabotage Begins
Elijah sat in his study, the dim light casting long shadows across the room as he pored over documents and surveillance reports.The task before him was immense—he had to sabotage William Winter’s next major business move without drawing suspicion.Olivia and William were powerful, and if they caught even a whiff of his intentions, everything would unravel.Doug entered quietly, carrying a stack of reports. His face was tight with concern.“Marshal, I’ve got the intel you asked for. William Winter’s company is set to launch a massive acquisition of Lando Yale’s assets in the next week. If we want to cripple them, this is our best shot.”Doug placed the documents on the table, but his eyes lingered on Elijah, clearly worried.Elijah nodded, his mind already working out the details.“Good. We’ll make sure they don’t get close to those assets. Sabotage their plans, but make it look like a business blunder. Nothing that can lead back to us.”Doug hesitated before speaking, his voice lower
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 63. A Traitor in the Ranks
Elijah sat at his desk, the dim light of his study casting long shadows across the room.His mind raced as he sifted through files, documents, and reports.The Cobra’s cryptic message about a traitor still gnawed at him.Trust was a fragile thing, and Elijah had learned long ago that even the closest ally could turn on you.He glanced up as Doug entered the room, his face serious.Doug had been by his side through countless battles, both on and off the field.If there was anyone Elijah trusted, it was him.“Marshal,” Doug said, his voice low, “I’ve put surveillance on everyone in the inner circle, just like you asked. I’m combing through every interaction, every move. We’ll find out who’s been leaking information.”Elijah nodded, his jaw clenched. “Good. I want a full report on every suspicious activity. I don’t care who it is—we’re going to root this out.”Doug stepped forward, placing a stack of files on the desk.“There’s something else, Marshal. William Winter’s next move—it’s hap
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 64. A Web of Lies
Elijah paced in his study, his mind swirling with frustration.The file on Marcus lay open on the desk, the evidence staring him in the face, but something didn’t feel right.He had confronted Marcus earlier that day, but the man had vehemently denied any involvement in the sabotage or any connections to the syndicate.“I’ve never betrayed you, Marshal,” Marcus had said, his voice steady but strained.“I’ve fought by your side for years. Why would I turn on you now?”Elijah’s instincts told him there was more to the story, but without solid proof, he couldn’t make his move.&nbs
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 65. The Calm Before the Storm
Sophia lay in bed, her breaths soft but steady. The improvement in her condition was slight but noticeable.The fractures that had caused her the most pain were healing, and she could walk again, albeit slowly. Bandages still framed her pale face, but the worst seemed to be over. Elijah watched her carefully, his heart tight with a mixture of relief and frustration.“Take it easy, Sophia,” Elijah said softly as he stood beside her. His voice carried a deep undercurrent of concern. Sophia smiled weakly as she slowly took a few steps with his help.“I’m trying, Elijah. It just feels good to be up again, even if I can’t do much.”Her strength was returning, but the toll on both of them had been severe.Elijah hadn’t slept properly in days, his mind consumed by the enemies closing in on all sides. But none of that mattered when he saw Sophia moving, alive, and slowly recovering.But something still bothered him.He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Sophia, has anyone else give
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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,
