The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 863

"Are any of these guys related to our target?" Callahan asked.

Bason gestured slightly toward the Twin-Headed Serpent insignia. "The Maengka Tribe has massive influence here. The valley we're heading to is located deep inside their territory."

And it wasn't just any location. They were headed for the Maengka Tribe's Sacred Valley. Local legends in Northern Myanor claimed the Sacred Valley held a mind-boggling ancestral treasure, enough to drive anyone mad with greed. Whether Callahan's destination was tied to that treasure, Bason couldn't say.

Crawling over from the left, Shaun Keane carefully closed the distance and added in a breathy whisper, "There's more."

"I've heard rumors that the Maengka tribal healers guard a highly classified, ancient antidote. They say it can cure hundreds of lethal toxins with miraculous results." He paused, piecing a theory together. "I was just thinking... you're heading straight into Maengka territory, and their healers are legendary. Maybe..."

Maybe Payton Larson's poison came from them. Though Shaun had no idea how a frail, blind, and disabled man like Payton had crossed the ruthless Maengka Tribe, he felt his guess was solid. After all, Payton had been here twenty years ago.

While they whispered, the balance of the battlefield shifted. The Blackwater Clan's firepower intensified into a relentless, sweeping barrage, pinning the Maengka fighters down. The Maengka line began to crumble, forcing them into a panicked retreat.

A Maengka fighter, shot in the leg, dragged himself to a stop just thirty yards from where the mercenary team was hiding, letting out muffled groans of agony.

"Boss, that guy... do we help him?" Shaun asked quietly, eyeing the bleeding man.

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