The Charismatic Charlie Wade

After Morgana’s special plane touched down at Interlocken Airport, it was ready to jet off to Australia with minimal delay.
According to the flight plan, they were set to make a non-stop hop to Buenos Aires after refueling in Australia, just as they did on
their inbound journey.
As Morgana’s plane taxied toward the takeoff point on one of Interlocken Airport’s runways, another private jet, belonging to
Charlie and Maria, touched down on a neighboring runway.
In the airport parking lot, a sleek Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle awaited them. Without delay, Charlie and Maria made a beeline
for it.
Charlie reached into his pocket and deftly turned the key in the left front wheel well. With a click, the car’s door unlocked. Charlie
gestured for Maria to join him and they swiftly climbed inside, setting their sights on Shiwan Mountain.
Maria, occupying the co-pilot seat, couldn’t shake a lingering unease. It was clear to her that Morgana had left Shiwan in haste,
implying that the place harbored risks neither she nor Charlie had ever encountered.
Despite her concerns, Maria refrained from dissuading Charlie. She understood that ever since Charlie met his grandparents, he
had been consumed by the desire to uncover what his parents had discovered and experienced in their time, the enigma that
ultimately led to his possession of the Apocalyptic Book. So, in her own resolve, Maria decided to accompany Charlie without
hesitation.
At this moment, Charlie bore a weight of worry himself. However, the connection between his parents and the secrets of
immortality, as well as the intricate teachings of the Apocalyptic Book, held the key to his deepest desires.
He was itching to unveil every hidden truth and he suspected that the famed ‘Eternal’ Mountains were the source of it all. Even if
danger lurked ahead, he was determined to reach Shiwan and uncover its secrets.
Yesterday, Morgana had driven to Shiwan in her car, only for the vehicle to vanish upon her departure. There was no video
evidence of her car leaving the highway, leading Jagoan to surmise that she had concealed it at a specific point along the road,
departing while leaving the car behind.
Jagoan’s plan involved driving to the section of highway where Morgana had last been seen to search for any traces she might
have left.

As they neared the stretch of highway, Jagoan began to emanate his aura, honing his senses on the surroundings, particularly
the valley beneath the viaduct.
A two to three ton car couldn’t simply vanish into thin air, it had to be stashed somewhere, most likely concealed in a valley.
After passing through a series of tunnels, Jagoan abruptly slowed the car, pulling over onto the emergency lane.
He pointed across the road and turned to Maria. “Morgana should have descended there.”
Curious, Maria inquired, “How does the Young Master know this?”
Jagoan nodded. “Her car is down there...”
Maria was taken aback. “Did she jump from here?”
Jagoan affirmed, “The car was dropped first and then she made her exit.”
Maria quickly asked, “Young Master, are you planning to jump from here too?”
Jagoan smiled wryly. “No, you can drive to the next exit and wait for me in town. I’ll go down.”
Maria instinctively grabbed Jagoan’s hand, her voice trembling with nervousness. “I want to be with you.”
Jagoan sighed, then opened the central control’s map display.
He pointed to their current location and Morgana’s last appearance in a nearby town. “Right now, all I know is that Morgana
descended from here, but her actual destination remains uncertain. If she descended closer to the endpoints, we’ll be fine.
However, if it’s farther away, her path might form a wide angle. The search area will become vast. If you come with me, you
might find it too much to bear.”
Maria asserted firmly, “I’m going. I might require some extra care, but I want to be with you.”
Jagoan gave a resigned smile and then considered her. “If Morgana’s still there, do you think she’ll let us go that easily?”
Maria nodded seriously. “Keagan has reviewed all the airport surveillance footage. They watched Morgana arrive, go through
security checks and customs. She appeared agitated throughout, clearly terrified. In our understanding, no one in this world can
induce such fear in Morgana except Jagoan Bazin.”

Jagoan frowned. “Even if Morgana left under duress, Morvel Bazin wouldn’t let her escape so easily, assuming he’s still alive.”
Maria added, “Furthermore, whether through your lineage or Morvel Bazin’s earliest disciple’s descendants, his existence can be
traced. He was born in 664 AD and supposedly passed away in 1663, after living for 1000 years. If he’s alive now, it means he
discovered a method to extend his life more than three centuries ago. His power could be unimaginable by now, potentially
surpassing anyone. Morgana has been of great help to him and he managed to establish a formidable Warriors Den. It’s hard to
believe he’d confine himself to the Shiwan Mountains.”
With a worried expression, Maria continued, “I can’t make sense of it and neither can my family. We’re deeply concerned.”
She then remembered something and with a nervous gaze on Jagoan, stated, “Young Master, think about the Mother of Pu’er.
Over three hundred years ago, we watched her fail to transcend. For centuries, we believed she vanished without a trace. Who
could’ve imagined she left a glimmer of hope and after more than three centuries, it would find a way to be reborn?”
Jagoan’s expression darkened as he asked in astonishment, “Are you suggesting that Morvel Bazin might be seeking a similar
opportunity?”
Maria spoke earnestly, “I can’t be certain, but I believe, if the Mother of Pu’er achieved it, then Master Bazin might have as well.
Please don’t underestimate a person’s desire to live, especially one who’s lived for over a thousand years. Their determination to
survive knows no bounds. A person who’s endured a millennium possesses an unimaginable will to live. To preserve his life, he’d
undertake unimaginable efforts...”