The Forgotten War God Son-in-law

Chapter 7: Secret Of The Phantom Legion

‎The night after the rain had cleansed the city, Westbridge felt eerily quiet. Broken crates, shattered glass, and scorched asphalt bore silent testimony to the chaos Ethan had unleashed. Yet for him, the fight was far from over.

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‎Ethan stood atop the villa’s highest balcony, eyes scanning the horizon. Somewhere in the shadows, the Syndicate was regrouping. Somewhere, hidden allies awaited his command. And somewhere, answers about his exile and lost power were buried, waiting to be uncovered.

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‎Marcus approached silently, carrying a small encrypted tablet.

‎“Commander,” he said, bowing slightly. “I’ve traced communications between the Syndicate and several unknown parties. There are forces in the city that even I cannot identify. They may be connected to the Phantom Legion.”

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‎Ethan’s eyes narrowed. The Phantom Legion had been his allies once, loyal soldiers in wars that had shaped continents. Yet betrayal had fractured them. Some had vanished, some had turned. And some… remained in the shadows, waiting.

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‎It is time to uncover the truth.

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‎He activated the encrypted tablet. Maps, coordinates, and hidden files appeared. Names of operatives flashed across the screen, some familiar, some unknown. One name caught his attention Liora, a legendary Phantom Legion operative rumored dead three years ago.

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‎“She’s alive,” Ethan muttered, almost to himself. “And she holds the key to the Syndicate’s plans… and my past.”

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‎Ariana stepped closer, her voice hesitant.

‎“Ethan… should I come with you?”

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‎He glanced at her, expression unreadable.

‎“Yes. But stay close. The Phantom Legion… not all of them are friends. Some will see me as a threat, and some will see you as a liability.”

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‎The streets below were quiet, but Ethan could feel the tension in the air. Every alley, every rooftop, every shadow could conceal an enemy or an ally.

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‎He moved with precise steps, descending from the balcony and disappearing into the city’s darkness. Every strike, every motion, every whisper of movement had been calculated. The Syndicate’s remnants would not survive, but the Phantom Legion… would reveal secrets that even he was not ready for.

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‎Tonight, the past meets the present. And the future will bow to no one… but me.

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‎The streets of Westbridge City were slick with leftover rain, fog curling around corners and alleyways. Ethan moved like a ghost through the mist, silent, precise, aware of every sound. His target: Liora, the legendary Phantom Legion operative whose survival had been a secret for years.

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‎Marcus followed close behind, keeping watch for Syndicate remnants. Ariana stayed further back, tense but determined, eyes darting to every shadow.

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‎Ethan reached a hidden courtyard, abandoned and crumbling. There, standing under a flickering lantern, was Liora. Her eyes widened slightly when she recognized him.

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‎“Ethan Cole,” she said, voice calm but sharp. “I thought you were dead.”

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‎“I returned,” Ethan replied evenly. “And I’ve come for answers.”

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‎Liora’s expression hardened. “Answers? You think I have them all? Many of us went into hiding after your exile. The Syndicate fractured the Legion, killed some of the loyal ones, and hunted the rest.”

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‎Ethan stepped closer. “And now? Who controls the Phantom Legion? Who manipulated my exile?”

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‎A faint flicker of guilt crossed Liora’s face. “It’s… complicated. Not everyone you trusted was loyal. Not everyone you exiled was innocent. There are layers you’ve never seen. Some of us stayed in the shadows to protect the city… but others… they’ve allied with the Syndicate.”

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‎Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Then show me. I will know who stands with me and who stands against me.”

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‎Suddenly, a shadow moved from the side faster than humanly possible. A figure lunged at Ethan, dagger gleaming in the dim light. He caught the attacker’s wrist effortlessly, twisting it, forcing a scream as the weapon fell to the ground.

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‎“Not all your allies are loyal,” Ethan said coldly, eyes locking on Liora.

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‎She flinched slightly but nodded. “You’re right. I’ve hidden some of them from you… to protect you. But not everyone can be trusted. Some see your return as a threat, some… as an opportunity.”

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‎Ethan’s expression remained unreadable. “Then we clean house. Tonight.”

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‎With that, he moved through the courtyard like a shadow unleashed, disarming enemies, striking with deadly precision. Marcus and Ariana followed, neutralizing threats, but none could match Ethan’s speed and accuracy.

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‎After the skirmish, Ethan stood in the center of the courtyard. Liora and a handful of loyal Phantom Legion members remained, bowing slightly in acknowledgment.

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‎“You will tell me everything,” Ethan commanded. “Every betrayal, every hidden agenda. Every secret the Syndicate has been keeping from me. Nothing is off-limits.”

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‎Liora hesitated, then spoke. “There’s one more… someone inside your circle, feeding the Syndicate information directly. They’ve been waiting for your return… and now that you’re here, their move is imminent.”

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‎Ethan’s eyes darkened. “A traitor… so close that I could have been blindsided at any moment. Good. Let them make their move. By the time they strike, they’ll wish they never existed.”

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‎Thunder rumbled across the city, echoing Ethan’s fury. The hidden enemy was closer than he realized, and the storm of vengeance he had unleashed was far from over.

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‎The shadows of the Phantom Legion hide many secrets…

‎And the Forgotten War God is ready to expose them all.

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