From Ruin to Reign Leander's Unbreakable Will novel Chapter 210

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“Jeff Ashcroft?”

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His mind reeled. His heart pounded. A cold sweat broke across his back.

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Everything made sense now. The impossible skill. The unstoppable force. The calm like death.

Leander was barely twenty. He had already broken into the ranks of the Martial Sovereign. He had shrugged off bullets like dust and forced Jordan to retreat with a single strike. It couldn’t be anyone else. There was only one man like that in the entire world. The Iron Sovereign.

Jordan stood still, shaken to the core. He didn’t speak. He didn’t breathe. He just thanked whatever luck he had left that he hadn’t struck again. Because if he had… he would have been dead.

Grayson had fallen. Tsaric had fallen. Both of them died under a single man, in a single fight. Leander could have ended him without a second thought.

Henry’s face twisted in horror. He grabbed at his chest. More blood poured from his mouth. And the only thing left inside him was despair.

“He’s Jeff Ashcroft?”

Henry had been crushed. His martial power was gone, and so was the future he had clung to. All he had left was rage. He thought his grandfather would stand up for him, would destroy Leander for what he did.

But now the truth had landed like a hammer–Leander was the Iron Sovereign. The same man Jordan warned them never to provoke. And if even Jordan feared him, how was Henry supposed to get justice?

Grace stood frozen. Her eyes stayed locked on Leander, and her lips trembled beneath her fingers.

She remembered the warning clearly. Jordan had told her and Henry that there were only two people in Astria no one should ever mess with. At the top of that list was Jeff—the most dangerous man alive.

She used to daydream about meeting Jeff someday, just to see what kind of man could hold the entire martial world in awe. And now she realized he had been sitting beside her the whole time. She had dismissed him. She had mocked him. She had no idea.

Leander didn’t react to any of their stares. Their fear meant nothing. He kept his eyes fixed on

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Seven figures stood on the water without moving. Not one of them needed support or tricks. They just stood there, calm and ready.

The one who had spoken earlier was Evelyn–the Flame Witch. Leander had faced her before outside Highway Six. This time, she had come with back–up. Fauster, the Crimson Blade, was behind her.

So were five others, unfamiliar but deadly.

Leander’s lips curled with cold amusement. “I let you two walk that night,” he said, voice steady and quiet. “Now you come back with five friends? You think that’ll make a difference?”

Jordan snapped out of his daze. He followed Leander’s gaze and looked across the water. As his eyes passed over each of the seven, his expression tightened. His chest rose slowly as he took it in.

“They’re with the Arbitration Office?”

He hadn’t seen them in person before, but he knew what they were. Every Martial Sovereign in Astria had heard the rumors. The Arbitration Office was a shadow force, a hidden blade in the dark. No one wanted to cross them.

Each of their members was said to be a Martial Sovereign at minimum. Many had gone far beyond. Jordan’s voice dropped lower as he listed the names.

“The Flame Witch, Evelyn. The Crimson Blade, Fauster. The Iron Fist, Wayne. The Man of Fire, Einhart. Stormcaller, Taylor. Doug the Ripper… and that last one… the Masked God of War?”

He hadn’t met most of them, but he recognized the pressure. Their energy filled the air like a mountain pressing down. Every one of them had crossed into the Pre–Transcendent Realm.

Usually, the arrival of one such figure would shake the entire martial world. Now seven stood together, aimed at one man.

Jordan’s throat tightened. He looked at Leander again.

The people he was facing had enough strength to take out a small army by themselves.

He didn’t understand what had drawn this much firepower, but the answer didn’t matter.

They were here to kill.

Evelyn stepped forward again, and her voice turned sharp behind the sweetness.

“You’re right. Fauster and I weren’t strong enough last time. You left us bruised, and we haven’t

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forgotten. That’s why we brought five more. Seven Arbitrators, all for you. You should’ve finished the job that night.

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“Now you’re outnumbered, and every one of us has crossed into Pre–Transcendent. Jeff, do you really think you can take us all?”

Then, the man in the suit stepped up. He looked polished and calm, like a diplomat at a high- level meeting.

“Jeff,” he said. “I’m Wayne. We haven’t met before. I’m the temporary field leader of this squad. You already heard what Evelyn had to say. Join us.

“There’s nothing but benefits. You can do anything you want. No one will get in your way. All we ask is that when the Office calls, you answer. That’s it.

“I don’t see why you’d turn something like that down.”

He sounded practiced. Confident. He was used to getting people to listen.

Leander stood with his arms behind his back. His face didn’t change. His voice stayed quiet. “I already told you no,” he said. “That night. Clear as day. I meant it. So, why are you still asking?”

Wayne’s eyes hardened, and a colder tone crept into his voice.

“Jeff, I’m only going to say this once,” he said. “This is your last shot. Think carefully. You killed Tsaric. He was one of ours.

“If you won’t join the Arbitration Office, then we have no choice. The seven of us will bring you down. You’re strong, sure. But do you really believe you can hold your ground against seven Pre–Transcendents working together?”

“This lake,” he said, his voice turning sharp and final, “will be the place where the legend of the Iron Sovereign comes to an end.”

The threat no longer hid behind words. It stood naked in his tone, heavy and cutting.

Jordan glanced at Leander again, his heart pounding. If he had been in Leander’s shoes, he would’ve accepted on the spot. Pride meant nothing when seven Pre–Transcendents were staring you down. Even the man at the top of Astria’s Power Index couldn’t take on odds like that. No one could.

In his mind, there was no choice at all. Only survival.

However, Leander gave him an answer no one expected–he smiled. “End my legend?” he repeated softly.

He raised one finger and wagged it at the seven figures across the lake. “I let two of you walk

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away last time,” he said. “And now you brought five more. That’s fine. Saves me a trip. It’ll be cleaner this way.”

He curled his fingers into a fist, and the cracking of his knuckles echoed through the stillness.

His eyes lit up with a rising fire.

“I don’t fold to threats,” he said. “I don’t take orders. I’ve always done things on my own terms. And if the Arbitration Office wants a fight, then I’ll give you one.

“I already killed two of you. Killing seven won’t change anything. I don’t care how many you bring.”

He stepped forward again. “Come on. All of you. Let’s finish this.”

The moment the words left his lips, he surged ahead.

In a single step, he crossed the space and landed on the water. Ripples danced around his feet, but he stood firm, as if the lake itself bent to hold him.

Jordan watched in stunned silence, barely able to form a thought.

Leander hadn’t just turned them down. He had walked straight into a death match against seven of the most dangerous fighters in the world, and he looked like it was just another evening stroll.

Inside the plaza, no one could speak. They didn’t know who these people were or what had started all this, but they could feel it in the air. Something ancient and deadly had taken hold. The atmosphere pressed down on them, thick with tension. The storm was moments away from breaking.

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