Lucius vanished before Morgana's eyes, leaving her utterly bewildered. She couldn't fathom how he disappeared into thin air in an instant. However, it didn't take long for her to deduce that he must have been transported to another realm through the power of the ring. Her shock transformed into furious rage, her teeth gritting together as she let out a roaring protest. "You're so biased, old man! You claimed that neither Lucius nor I were worthy of your inheritance, yet you gifted him a magical weapon capable of teleportation! Why should I be denied such power? Why? Tell me! Tell me!"
As Morvel Bazin's cave and the grievously wounded Lucius vanished, the valley echoed only with Morgana's hysterical outburst. After a while, she wiped the blood off her sword with an expressionless face, returning it to its sheath. Her voice turned cold as she declared, "Brother, from this day forward, we are sworn enemies."
With a step back, she descended the mountain.
Over ten days later, as she relentlessly rushed through the southern province, Morgana discovered that Lucius Clark had been buried deep within the earth and his cherished daughter Maria had disappeared without a trace.
Morgana exhumed Lucius's tomb, confirming his demise and the absence of the ring. From that moment on, she embarked on a three-hundred-year pursuit of Maria. Having witnessed the ring's power to teleport individuals over vast distances when lives hung in the balance, she stressed to those hunting Maria that she must be captured alive and unharmed. However, despite her relentless efforts, Morgana failed to recapture Maria throughout the years. This failure left her seething with anger.
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