Chapter 1899

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Thinking about Mirabella's mentor, Paxton felt like a firecracker had just gone off

in his head. His gaze snapped back to Maverick.

The face was unfamiliar, but the demeanor? Unmistakable.

"You, you are..." Paxton's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his mouth open but unable to form words.

Maverick didn't flinch. The corners of his lips curled into a mysterious, knowing smile, like he could read Paxton's mind.

Without saying a word, he walked over to the stone altar behind Paxton.

On the other sides of the altar were three other elders of the clan, guardians who had chosen a life of seclusion. Right now, their eyes were shut tight, arms dangling by their sides, their faces as pale as ghosts, clearly unconscious for a while now.

Maverick didn't even glance at them; his eyes were glued to the altar.

The altar was black, its surface rough with shallow, intricate patterns now filling with red lines, slowly inching towards a central circular groove. It was downright eerie.

Maverick stood there for what felt like forever, a change finally flickering in his eyes.

From where Paxton stood, he couldn't see the obsessive madness that had taken over Maverick's once calm gaze.

Twenty years—it was all unfolding exactly as he'd planned. How could it not? Maverick thought with a cold smirk.

Just then, someone rushed into the room, whispering urgently in Maverick's ear. Maverick's eyebrows twitched before he turned his head towards the entrance.

A muffled thud came from outside, like something heavy hitting the ground. As the sound faded, Mirabella appeared at the doorway.

Paxton, still reeling from shock, saw Mirabella and all his chaotic thoughts vanished. He yelled urgently, "Go, get out of here..."

If Maverick's identity was what he feared, the truth would be too much

for Mirabella to handle. He was old, had ved enough, and some uths were too heavy for the young.

Sometimes, not knowing was a blessing.

Maverick ignored Paxton, his eyes drifting past James, who was standing behind Mirabella, before landing on her face. "You finally made it."

Mirabella glanced at Morgan, slumped against the altar. His life was slipping away, blood loss, evident, and the nearby unconscious elders were clearly in bad shape too.

Her fingers clenched as she locked eyes with Maverick, her voice raspy, "Why?"

Just three words, but the familiar tone made Maverick sigh softly, a mix of Discover more novels at find?novel.net

melancholy and something else in his eyes. "When did you start suspecting?"

"When I entered the forbidden

forest," Mirabella's voice was bitter.

"Only you reset the entrance mechanism back to its original state, don't you, Mentor?"

The word "Mentor" was a bombshell. James, trailing behind her, looked shocked.

Mirabella had never mentioned a mentor, but James could hear the deep sorrow in her voice.

"So that's where I slipped up," Maverick raised his hand slightly, acknowledging that old habits die hard.

Still, he wasn't too surprised. His apprentice was sharp, always picking up on the tiniest details. It was only a matter of time before she figured him out.

Mirabella took a deep breath, striding over to Paxton and the elders. She crouched down, pulling out the silver needles she always carried with her.

Maverick's henchman moved to stop her, but Maverick waved them off. "It's pointless," he said, calm as ever.