2024-10-09 09:30:44Elijah 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.
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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
The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal 66. The Cobra’s Trap
Elijah stood by the large window of Arthur Palace, the evening sun casting an orange glow across the room.His mind raced with conflicting thoughts as he prepared for his confrontation with the Cobra.He knew that Asher was the real enemy, the mastermind behind everything that had happened to Sophia. But ignoring the Cobra's challenge wasn’t an option—he couldn’t risk losing valuable intel. “Doug,” Elijah called out, his voice low but firm.Doug, always alert and ready, entered the room. “Yes, Marshal?”“Have you gathered everything on the Cobra’s movements?”Doug nodded, handing Elijah a folder.“We’ve traced his recent activity to a safe house outside the city. It’s heavily guarded, but we can breach it if needed. He’s waiting for you.”Elijah’s eyes narrowed as he flipped through the documents.“The Cobra won’t be expecting me to come alone, but I’ll handle this personally.”Doug gave a nod, though his eyes held concern.“Marshal, are you sure? We know Asher’s the one pulling the
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332. No Safe Haven
“Elijah.” Sophia’s voice was hoarse as she stumbled forward, exhaustion evident in her every step. The moment she saw him, something inside her steadied. Elijah turned, his sharp gaze locking onto her. Relief flickered in his eyes, but only for a moment. He stepped toward her, scanning her face. “You’re hurt.” “I’m fine,” she said, though the trembling in her limbs told a different story. Doug kept his rifle raised as he surveyed the others. “Marshal, we need to move. Now.” Lando scoffed, brushing snow off his coat. “Move where? We’re boxed in.” Elijah ignored him, his mind already working through the problem. They were outnumbered, trapped in the ruins of a dead village with no easy way out. But surrender wasn’t an option. Cassian stepped forward, his face grim. “We spotted patrols in every direction. They’re closing in.” Sophia’s stomach clenched. “He’s here, isn’t he?” Cassian nodded. “The Warden is leading them himself.” A heavy silence settled over the group.
331. A Ghost from the Past
“This place gives me the creeps, Marshal,” Doug muttered, stepping carefully over the snow-covered ground. Elijah didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes scanned the abandoned village, taking in the half-collapsed roofs, the broken windows, and the eerie silence. The storm had buried much of it under ice and snow, but traces of its past remained—scattered tools, torn banners, faded carvings on the walls. A place forgotten by time. Elijah crouched, brushing away snow from a wooden sign. The words beneath were barely legible, but he could make them out. RavengateHe frowned. “I’ve heard this name before.” Doug tightened his grip on his rifle. “What is this place, sir?” Elijah’s fingers trailed over the letters. “A research site. One of The Warden’s early bases.” Doug stiffened. “You think Sophia was here?” Elijah stood, his expression unreadable. “Maybe. Or someone like her.” They moved carefully through the ruins, their boots crunching over ice. The deeper they wen
330. The Price of Power
“Elijah! Can you hear me?” Doug’s voice was hoarse, barely cutting through the howling wind.Elijah groaned, his body half-buried in the snow. His limbs ached, and his head throbbed from the impact. He forced himself upright, shaking off the dizziness. The avalanche had separated them from the others, leaving nothing but a wasteland of ice and silence.“I’m here,” Elijah rasped, wiping blood from his forehead.Doug exhaled in relief and moved toward him, limping slightly. “Thank the gods. I thought you were buried alive.”Elijah steadied himself and scanned their surroundings. The sheer cliffs stretched endlessly, s
329. Into the Storm
“This is madness,” Lando muttered, tightening his cloak against the bitter wind. “A frozen death trap waiting to swallow us whole.” “No other way,” Elijah said, his voice firm as he led the group through the narrow path. The wind howled through the ravine, a brutal force against their already exhausted bodies. Doug kept pace beside him, eyes scanning the ridges above. “Marshal, we’re exposed here. Too easy to ambush.” Elijah knew he was right. The walls of ice loomed over them like towering prison bars, offering no cover. Every step forward felt like an invitation for an attack. Sophia shivered, pulling her arms tightly around herself. The cold was relentless, seeping through her bones. Her body still ached from the last fight, her mind even more so. She could feel the power inside her, restless and hungry. Cassian trailed behind, checking their back. “No movement yet. But it’s too quiet.” “Always is,” Lando said grimly. “Right before the knife sinks in.” The wind picked
328. The Hunt Never Ends
“We need to keep moving,” Elijah said firmly, scanning the horizon. The cold night stretched endlessly before them, the distant howling of wolves blending with the wind. Doug adjusted his rifle and nodded. “Yes, Marshal. But they’re gaining on us. We can’t keep running forever.” Sophia, leaning against a rock for support, tried to steady her breathing. The escape had drained her. The battle had taken more than just her strength—it had carved something dark inside her, something she wasn’t sure she could control. Lando let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, we could keep running. But it won’t matter. The Warden isn’t hunting us.” He tilted his head toward Sophia. “He’s hunting her.” Elijah’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t take the bait. “And yet, here you are, running with us.” Lando smirked. “Self-preservation. The Warden isn’t the forgiving type.” Doug shot him a glare but stayed silent. The tension was thick, but they had bigger problems. Their pursuers weren’t far. Cassian returne
327. No Way Back
“They’re everywhere!” Doug shouted, firing off a round as he ducked behind a broken tree. Elijah gritted his teeth, his sword slicing through one of the Warden’s men. The ambush had been fast—too fast. They had barely taken a breath before the enemy forces had surrounded them, cutting off every possible escape route. Sophia moved beside him, her breathing heavy. For the first time since her capture, she was fighting at his side. Her hands trembled, energy crackling at her fingertips. It felt different now—stronger, wilder. “I can stop this,” she murmured. Elijah blocked a strike, shoving an attacker back with sheer force. “Not like that,” he snapped. She met his gaze, frustration and fear warring inside her. “If I don’t, we’ll die.” Lando’s voice cut through the chaos. “She’s right.” He crouched beside Cassian, both of them covering Doug’s flank. “The only way out of this is a full-scale wipeout. And she’s the only one who can do it.” Elijah’s jaw tightened. “Absolutely
326. Reunion in the Dark
“She’s here!” Doug’s voice cut through the silence, his breath visible in the cold night air. Elijah rushed forward, his boots crunching against the ice-covered ground. The dim moonlight barely illuminated the small clearing where Sophia lay motionless in the snow. She was barely breathing. His heart clenched. He had imagined this moment over and over—the moment he’d finally find her. But not like this. Not pale and broken, her clothes torn, her body trembling. Elijah dropped to his knees beside her, his gloved hand brushing her cheek. “Sophia.” His voice was low, urgent. “Wake up.” A flicker of movement—her eyelids fluttered open. Her golden-brown eyes locked onto his, but something was different. There was a strange glow beneath their depths, something unnatural. “Elijah…” Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I’m here,” he murmured, his grip tightening around her freezing hand. “You’re safe now.” Behind him, Cassian shifted uneasily. “Marshal… we need to be c
325. Blood in the Snow
“I won’t die here.”Sophia muttered the words through gritted teeth, pushing forward through the biting wind. Snow whipped against her face, the freezing air seeping into her bones. Her legs felt like lead, her breath came in ragged gasps, but she couldn’t stop. Stopping meant death.Her body ached, every step a battle. She had lost count of how many hours she had been running, how many times she had stumbled through the endless white expanse. The world around her was eerily silent, save for the distant howling of the wind.And the hunters were getting closer.She could feel them. Even without seeing them, she knew they were near. The Warden’s creations—twisted monsters with enhanced speed, strength, and senses far beyond human capabilities. They had been bred for one purpose: to track and kill.And right now, they were tracking her.A branch snapped somewhere behind her.Sophia spun, her breath catching in her throat.Nothing.Just the trees, standing tall and lifeless, their blacken
324. Unlikely Allies
“Elijah Norton.” Elijah barely looked up as Lando strode into the dimly lit war room. His hands tightened into fists at the sound of the man’s voice, but he remained still, his expression unreadable. The tension in the air was suffocating. Doug stepped forward, his voice rigid with contempt. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here, Yale.” Lando smirked, completely unfazed. He moved with an air of confidence, like he belonged—like he hadn’t been one of the reasons Sophia had been taken in the first place. “I could say the same to you, Commander,” Lando replied smoothly, then turned his gaze back to Elijah. “I assume you know why I’m here.” Elijah’s eyes darkened. “That depends. Are you here to waste my time, or do you actually have something useful to say?” Lando chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “Straight to the point, as always.” He folded his arms, leaning slightly against the table. “Sophia has escaped.” Silence. Elijah’s fingers twitched, but his expres
