As Maria took off in the lightweight helicopter once again, thousands of miles away, Morgana anxiously paced back and forth in the headquarters of the Warriors Den.
Despite being four hundred years old, Morgana appeared as if she were in her thirties, radiating both charm and a formidable aura. At this moment, her restlessness was evident on her face, making her quite intimidating.
The last time Morgana experienced such restlessness was when she and Lucius Clark were first chased into Shiwan Mountain by the invading army. Although she had never found Maria over the years, the cat-and-mouse game lasting for three hundred years had never caused her such anxiety.
What troubled her the most at this moment was the disappearance of the two marshals under her command, who had been out of contact for over an hour. She had no idea what they had encountered.
Morgana's greatest concern was the fate of the two marshals. Jarvis's death and the destruction of the entire Cyprus slain garrison had already caused great panic within the Warriors Den. If these two marshals also encountered unforeseen circumstances, the Warriors Den would undoubtedly plunge into unprecedented turmoil after more than three hundred years.
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