The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 90

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cracked rooftop where Mr. Cooper, the chief butler of the Gravesend estate, stood with several plainclothes enforcers. Below them, the city of Ravenmoor ticked on in its usual sleepy rhythm—quiet, unimportant, and easy to overlook.

A comm-link crackled in Cooper’s earpiece.

"The Royal Court has officially crowned the new King of War this morning,” a voice reported. “He now holds military power over over half the nation’s armed forces. They just confirmed his presence—here, in Ravenmoor.”

Cooper’s brow creased. His eyes narrowed.

“Ravenmoor?” he repeated aloud, puzzled. “Why the hell would someone like him come to this backwater?”

It sounds almost unbelievable.

He paced a step, arms folded behind his back as his thoughts ran wild. Dragon City is the political stronghold. That’s where the elites move, where power circles stay active. Ravenmoor’s nothing but farmland and forgotten streets.

"Sounds like a load of crap," one of his men muttered, chewing on a toothpick. "Could be one of those fake social media rumors. You know how people love spreading hype."

Cooper stroked his chin, nodding slowly. “Hmm… maybe you’re right. Besides, who in their right mind would trade Dragon City for this mud-stained corner of the country?”

He waved it off. “Forget it. It's probably nothing. Let’s stay focused. The kidnappers should be crossing into the checkpoint soon. Eyes open—”

WOOOOOOMMMM!

A sudden, deafening roar sliced through the air above them, the sound so powerful it rattled loose paint from the water tanks. One of the men shouted, pointing skyward.

“What the hell—?”

They all looked up.

A fleet of six sleek, obsidian-black military helicopters emerged from the clouds in perfect V-formation, flying low and fast. Their bodies shimmered with an aggressive metallic sheen, reflecting sunlight like blades drawn in the sky.

Cooper’s blood turned cold.

“These… these are military birds,” he whispered. “Heavy-grade assault class. The same ones used in wartime frontlines…”

But then—the last helicopter passed directly above them.

A massive crimson flag trailed from its side, rippling violently in the wind. It bore a golden crest—a coiled black dragon wrapped around a war lance, with twin phoenix wings rising behind it, forming a crown.

The mark of the newly crowned King of War.

Cooper’s knees buckled instantly. He dropped to the rooftop floor with a thud, hands spread, forehead touching the ground.

“That… that’s his insignia,” he choked, trembling. “That’s the Dragon Lance Emblem! The one approved by the Royal Court!”

His face turned pale as ash. “We’re not dealing with rumors anymore. He’s here.”

His men stared at him, unsure.

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