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Simultaneously, amidst the Shiwan Mountains, a highway wound its way like a serpent, navigating countless peaks.
An off-road vehicle sped through this rugged terrain.
The woman at the wheel wore a grave expression, her grip on the steering wheel unyielding. She was clearly tense,
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The driver was Morgana.
Though it had been years since her last visit to Shiwan Mountains, the place remained etched in her memory.
Once, it had been a natural labyrinth, a testament to nature’s grandeur. It had shielded Morgana and Lucius Clark
from rebel soldiers, offering them a rare respite. However, now, the once challenging terrain was connected by a
modern highway, bridging the gap between this isolated realm and the outside world.
Yet, even as the highway transformed access to Shiwan Mountains, it couldn’t alter the region’s unique topography.
Over the ages, these mountains stood tall, sparsely populated and difficult to traverse. Villages were often isolated,
requiring traversing several peaks to reach the next. Some villagers had never ventured beyond the confines of
their mountains.
In recent years, driven by economic development and urbanization, mountain dwellers had slowly migrated out,
leaving Shiwan Mountains with a dwindling population. Now, Morgana and Lucius Clark likely outnumbered the
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At this moment, Morgana’s car had just passed a rest area, but she chose not to stop. Instead, after driving for
several kilometers, she pulled over onto the emergency lane.
Exiting the vehicle, she stood by the roadside and peered into the distance.
Her murmured words carried a mix of anticipation and nostalgia, “This is it… Master, Morgana has returned to see
you…”