“Damn it! This punk’s tougher than I thought. We’re in real trouble if this keeps up,” Connor said, swinging his twin blades relentlessly. Every strike was aimed at Axel’s vital points.

But Axel was quick. He weaved in and out of reach and avoided direct confrontation. It was obvious he was just stalling for time.

“Sir Prescott should be far enough by now. There’s no point dragging this out. Let’s fall back.”

Sensing the futility of their efforts, Dave considered retreating. He didn’t fear death, but he wasn’t about to waste his life for nothing.

Since Warrick had escaped, their interception mission was also completed.

“You guys hold him off. The rest of you, fall back with me.”

Connor was decisive. Realizing they weren’t making any progress, he quickly ordered a retreat and left a few decoys behind to buy time.

They had barely run a hundred yards when a wave of soldiers suddenly appeared at the alley’s entrance. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, filled the narrow space and completely blocked any chance of escape.

“Fall back!”

Connor and Dave exchanged a glance.

Without hesitation, they turned and bolted in the opposite direction. With fewer than a hundred men, charging into an enemy several times their size would be suicide.

The sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps echoed from ahead, and the ground beneath them started to shake.

Connor and Dave skidded to a halt. Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at the distance.

end of the road, a

and their faces were hidden behind menacing masks. They were tall, their eyes sharp, and radiated

“Draken Guardians?”

and Dave’s face paled when they saw the emblem

was already the most

of the crop, handpicked from thousands

was a master in their own right. Any single member could stand toe-to-toe with Connor or

would never deploy such a force unless the situation was dire. Neither had expected the legendary Draken Guardians to be

appeared, Connor and Dave knew

soldiers, they were confident they could fight their way through. But against a hundred

with the

trapped. They were caught between

nowhere to run or hide

the Draken Guardians came to a stop. A broad-shouldered, imposing middle -aged

Connor and Dave before he spoke in a cold,

words were simple, but

middle-aged general was Jaxon Steele, who achieved great feats

two small fry-but Warrick, who

enough to warrant the Draken

“What should we do?”

his grip

vow. They didn’t need to live on the same day, month, or year. Instead, they

can we do?

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