Chapter 1902

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Mirabella's gaze was icy as she swiftly moved to the divided platform at the center of the room. The stones in the grooves had lost their shine, but the mechanism kept spinning, holding the portal open. Without hesitating, she reached for the stones.

Maverick caught Mirabella's actions out of the corner of his eye and his

expression shifted instantly. "Don't you dare! Don't you want to save Paxton and the others?"

Mirabella's fingers paused briefly. She glanced at Maverick, her voice as cold as ice. "The same trick again? Do you really think I'd fall for it twice?"

She remembered everything now, including the real power of time reversal. If the council elders still had a spark of life, there might have been hope to save them. But now... their life force was gone, and there was no chance of bringing them back.

Mirabella turned her attention back to the spinning mechanism, her fingers tense before finally relaxing. Since nothing could be reversed, it was fitting for everything to end today. Perhaps this was the last thing she could do for the elders and the Massolio family.

Maverick hadn't expected Mirabella to ignore everything else. He swallowed the metallic taste rising in his throat. "Stop her, now!"

The nearby henchmen received the order and lunged at Mirabella, their strength suggesting they were not ordinary foes. But before they could reach her, James stepped in.

Standing with his back to Mirabella, James slightly tilted his head, his voice calm and steady. "Do what you need to do. I've got the rest."

"Okay."

Without looking back, Mirabella quickly spun the mechanism counterclockwise twice, causing it to halt. She removed the stones, and Maverick's face darkened as he realized he'd failed to stop her.

The stones weren't just keys; their energy was crucial for keeping the portal open. Once removed, the portal would soon close, making reopening it nearly impossible. There were no other stones like these, and it was uncertain if they could reopen the portal.

Maverick's expression was stormy as he watched the portal begin to close, knowing it would fully shut within a minute. No, he couldn't let years of planning go to waste! Clenching his teeth, Maverick ignored Mirabella and, standing at the edge of the portal, prepared to leap into the darkness.

If he reached the future, surely he'd find a way to reopen the portal. But Mirabella had anticipated this. Before he could jump, she turned and kicked him back.

"I told you, you'll never have that chance," Mirabella said, clutching the stones. She paused, a sardonic smile on her lips. "Regretting teaching me mechanics now?"

She didn't know how to activate the mechanism, but destroying it was a piece of cake.

Maverick clutched his chest, already wounded, and now bleeding further from Mirabella's kick. Steadying himself, he glared at her with cold eyes. "You're just an experiment to me. No matter how strong you are, killing me won't change anyone's fate."

The dead stayed dead, and he wanted to see how his prized pupil would live with that knowledge.

Mirabella didn't reply, her eyes showing no emotion. She moved towards Maverick, ready to strike without hesitation. Maverick, weakened and injured, was no match for her. Meanwhile, James kept the henchmen occupied, preventing any interference.

As time ticked by, the portal's entrance grew smaller. Maverick's eyes widened in desperation, regretting not controlling Mirabella from the start. He had indeed underestimated her.

"You never fail to surprise," Maverick said coldly, swallowing the metallic taste in his mouth as he pulled out a pill and swallowed it. Instantly, his pain vanished, replaced by a surge of strength, his wounds healing visibly.

Maverick stood tall, his face colder than ever, despite the transformation. The drug that healed wounds so rapidly was a last resort, its side effects severe. He never thought he'd have to use it, a fact he found bitterly ironic.

He blamed Mirabella for everything, taking the offensive to disarm her. "Give me the stones."

Mirabella could feel Maverick's newfound power, his presence now overwhelming. But she remained unfazed, her voice steady. "That's not happening."

With that, Mirabella raised her hand over the nearly closed portal. Under Maverick's watchful eyes, she let her fingers release the stones. Maverick's eyes widened as he lunged for the portal, hoping to catch the stones mid-air.

But his hand grasped only air, watching helplessly as the stones vanished into the abyss. Simultaneously, the portal sealed shut. The ground returned to normal, and the divided platform rejoined, the rumbling from beneath the earth fading into silence.

It was as if nothing had ever happened, yet the current state of the stone chamber made it clear that everything had just transpired.

Maverick surveyed the scene before him, his emotions suddenly spiraling out of

control. He frantically tried to turn the mechanism in the center of the control panel again. But without the key, the mechanism was unresponsive. No amount of fiddling could bring it back to life.

His heart sank to the depths of

sank to

despair, and he pressed his hands

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against the control panel, his eyes filled with a chilling malice. He slowly turned his head to glare at Mirabella, cold as ice "You have a death Wish How dare she truly dispose of the key... In the next instant, Maverick launched an attack at Mirabella, his moves fierce and unstoppable, clearly intending to kill.

Mirabella's eyes darkened. Just as she was about to counter Maverick's lethal move, her right hand suddenly stiffened. She paused for a split second, then shifted to dodge.

Although her reaction was subtle, Maverick noticed something was amiss. Remembering something, he immediately reached for Mirabella's arm. Mirabella evaded his grasp, rolling deftly to the side, as if her brief stiffness had been nothing more than an illusion.

Maverick saw this and became even more convinced of his suspicions. He cast a sidelong glance at James, who was engaged with the henchmen, and a mocking smile spread across his face. "Do you really think your body..."

However, before he could finish, there was a bang, and a bullet hole appeared in the center of Maverick's forehead. Mirabella's gaze was icy as she held a gun, retrieved from the ground at some point. Perhaps her earlier evasions had been mere cover for retrieving the weapon.

No matter how formidable a body, it was still made of flesh and blood, and no match for the destructive power of a firearm. Maverick, probably never imagined he would meet his end with a single shot from Mirabella. The final mocking smile on his face was forever frozen in place, as if laughing at himself.

Mirabella slowly lowered the gun, a bitter taste rising in her throat, which she forced herself to swallow. Finally... it was all over.

Mirabella looked at Maverick's lifeless body, her eyes a tumult of emotions, complex yet tinged with unspoken sorrow. By this time, James had also dealt with the formidable assassin. He approached Mirabella, glanced at Maverick's unseeing eyes, and then at Mirabella. "Are you alright?"

Though he had been occupied with the assassin, he had kept an eye on Mirabella and Maverick, particularly Maverick's final glance and the unfinished sentence.

Her body?

What had Maverick intended to say? "I'm fine," Mirabella shook her head, her emotions settling into calmness. Just as she was about to speak further, Wyatt and Miles hurried in from outside.

"Is this place going to collapse..." Wyatt started to say, then paused at the sight of Maverick's lifeless body. "...Mr. Maverick is dead?"

James gave Wyatt a brief glance, choosing not to respond directly, and instead asked Mirabella, "Shall I arrange for them to be taken out and laid to rest?"

He referred to the elders who lay lifeless nearby. At the word "rest," Mirabella felt a wave of disorientation. She remembered Morgan's frequent jokes about how the Massolio family never met a good end.

She used to dismiss it, believing that as long as everything was within her control, fate couldn't be dictated by others. In retrospect, self-governance was merely an illusion. Was she not merely an experiment in her master's hands? Mirabella closed her eyes briefly, her voice hoarse as she replied, "Alright."

Though Wyatt was unaware of the chamber's events, he sensed the heavy atmosphere and refrained from further questions, swiftly following James's instructions to carry the elders out of the chamber. Hours later, after laying them to rest, dawn broke, dispelling the night's darkness.

Mirabella stood before the blank

headstones, her figure so slender it seemed a breeze might carry her away. She gazed quietly at the unmarked graves, a deep sadness washing over her Morgan and the others had guarded this place their whole lives, and even in death, they were denied a name, as if they had never existed in this world.

It was a tragic realization, though perhaps in death they had found release. Mirabella managed a small smile, bowing deeply to the headstones.

Not far away, Wyatt returned, having seen the archaeological team safely out. Holding his phone, he approached James, his expression grave. "James, I just received word that the primary base has dispatched a squad of elite assassins to take Mr. Davis and his team." For more chapters visit F?nd-Novel.net

James's gaze remained on Mirabella, his brow furrowing at Wyatt's report. If anything happened to Mirabella's family now... James couldn't bear the thought, so he asked, "When did this happen?"

"Shortly after we entered here last night." Wyatt quickly added, "Because we lost contact with the outside, we didn't get the news immediately." James narrowed his eyes. In one night, so much had changed.

"And Curtis was ambushed by elite assassins on his way here. He barely made it

out alive," Wyatt continued. Even seasoned fighters like them, with their extensive survival training, were hard-pressed to confront such assassins, especially with ambushes set in place.

Wyatt's face was grim. "And the situation at Merrywoods has suddenly become chaotic. Several families have secretly allied to suppress the Davis family, using official channels to restrict our weapons division's involvement."

It was clearly a premeditated plan.

"The Davis family is not to be trifled with," Mirabella approached, her voice like

ice, her aura exuding a chilling intent. I apologize, everyone. I'll wrap everything up before the end of the year.