Chapter 1888

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Wyatt pointed to an open field ahead, where a small airplane sat conspicuously. It was the very plane meant to escort Trevor and his team back. How it got there was anyone's guess, given the peculiar nature of this place, which wasn't even marked on any map.

"Let's check it out," James said, squinting slightly.

"Got it," Wyatt replied, straightening up before instructing his team to investigate the plane. Although they had arrived in a rush, they were fully armed, ready for any surprises.

Soon, the group reached the plane. The cabin door was closed. Wyatt signaled, and the team, weapons at the ready, cautiously surrounded the aircraft.

Wyatt quietly approached the door, gave it a push, and then, as if by magic, produced a metal tool. In no time, he had the door open. With a swift, agile move, he jumped inside.

Moments later, Wyatt was back on the ground, looking serious. "There's no one inside."

James's gaze was intense, though he had a hunch this would be the case. He turned to Mirabella. "Is this village the secret retreat of the Stevenson family?"

While she hadn't mentioned it during their journey, the clues were there. The place's proximity to the uncharted southern forests and the intricate traps suggested as much.

Mirabella wasn't surprised by James's question. She shook her head and said, "No, but we're in the right area."

"The Stevenson family?" Miles blurted out, surprised. "You mean the legendary family rumored to have the secret to bringing people back from the dead?"

The archives of The Mirror held few details about the Stevenson family. Miles had only heard whispers of their incredible medical skills, supposedly able to revive the dead, but their actual whereabouts remained a mystery.

The family was so elusive that even The Mirror couldn't track them down, leading Miles to suspect that the Stevenson family was just a myth.

Mirabella gave Miles a wry smile. "And you believe in those resurrection rumors?" Read full story at fι?dnοvel.net

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Miles coughed, focusing instead on the fact that she hadn't denied the family's existence. "So, the Stevenson family is real."

Thinking back to the dense forest they'd just navigated, Miles couldn't help but click his tongue. Finding them seemed nearly impossible.

He turned to Mirabella. "But you seem to know your way around here. Do you have ties to the Stevenson family?"

Mirabella didn't answer, instead heading toward the village entrance. Not wanting to be left behind, Miles hurried to catch up.

Wyatt, still processing Mirabella and Miles's conversation, stood in disbelief. "This place..."

James raised a hand, seeming to anticipate Wyatt's thoughts, and calmly said, "You come with me. The others should stay and keep watch."

Suppressing his thoughts, Wyatt glanced at James and quickly understood his intent, nodding in agreement. Being a secluded family the they surely valued their privacy.

Soon, the four of them reached the village entrance. Beneath a massive oak tree stood a weathered stone monument its inscription of Peace Village almost erased by time

Yet, with careful examination, the words were still readable. Wyatt studied the village name on the stone, thinking it had a nice ring to it. However, he assumed such an isolated village must be quite old fashioned.

But as they stepped into the village, Wyatt suddenly felt like he was the true outsider.