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The night was chaos incarnate.

Maja couldn't fathom Patric's endgame, but the cacophony of blasts reverberating through the air was a clear indicator that he had

rigged explosives across multiple locations.

How much of Eric's memory had he assimilated? These bombs weren't bought; they were handcrafted by the man himself.

Eric was a prodigy with a penchant for the elemental, and for him, crafting bombs was a walk in the park.

Maja furrowed her brows, as she smelled the stench of blood undeniable in the air, mingling with the howls and wails that seemed

to ride the waves of the explosions.

Patric's move was merciless, not intended to spare anyone, even the Bradshaws.

She took a deep breath, but found the sulfur hanging heavy and acrid in the air made her stomach churn.

Patric held her close with one arm, while the other hastily wrapped a torn piece of cloth around his bleeding wound.

"Patric, where the hell are you taking me?" Maja's voice was tinged with a mix of fear and confusion.

Why stir up this hornet's nest?

If he wanted to get out, why not just team up with lan? After all, they had entered this mess together.

Why go to such lengths, planting bombs everywhere?

Was his plan to let lan die, to throw the Bradshaws into disarray, and to cause an uproar on Forbidden Island so as to make it

slipping away in the chaos?

And why take her along? If he had left her behind, he could already be in ssafe haven by now.

"Shut up!" Patric barked, as he hoisted her up and trudged forward.

The thick dust in the air choked him and made him cough a bit, and suddenly, faint footsteps caught his attention.

Then, a man's voice cut through the turmoil.

"Hand her over."

It was lan's voice.

half-convinced that

the bombs were

could he

the dust settled slightly, Patric could see the figure

cloak, lan

whizzed by

his face draining of

"Why are you here?"

number of bombs he'd set, there should've

lan so

and the

and Maja slipped from

lan caught her effortlessly.

still paralyzed, her

the shoulder, but he felt no pain—all

silent scrutiny.

the moment they had entered Forbidden Island together; back then, Patric's eyes didn't

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in such a short span to make Patric

lan

then

"Understood, Mr. Raymond."

the head of the Porter family at lan's behest,

to get Oliver off Forbidden

in disarray and the Bradshaws nearly decimated, no one paid mind to

to investigate the

its wounds, and too preoccupied to concern itself with Outer

lan had Patric's machinations

approached Patric and helped him to his feet, but Patric could

everything perfectly for tonight, by successfully turning Timothy

Bradshaws.

over Inner Island, but somewhere, somehow, it had