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Seth initially intended to pull the trigger and end Micah's life, but reconsidered and stopped himself. Squinting, he looked at Micah with a sneer, "I'll make sure you and your father experience the fall from grace to the depths of hell." With a gesture, his men dragged Micah and Mr. Joker away.

Seth issued an order, "Wilfred and Nina won't get far. Bring them back to me. I want to them alive or see their bodies if they're dead!"

"Yes, sir," his men responded in unison.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Nash infiltrated the Yaren tribe. He understood the importance of targeting the leader to disrupt the opposing force effectively.

Micah had many people with him, but Nash saw an opportunity with Ivy. He pointed his gun at Ivy's head. "Don't move. Take me to Nina!"

Ivy was sitting at her desk, in front of a painting she had completed a sea of roses. It wasn't very lifelike, but the outlines and colors revealed the artist's state of mind.

She had long noticed the footsteps approaching her from behind. Since arriving in the Yaren tribe, she endured the excruciating pain on her face while learning and training daily.

Anyone who could enter her room was not an ordinary person, and she wasn't afraid. The area was heavily guarded by her subordinates. However, she hadn't expected the intruder to be Nash. Nash had left, yet he had come back for Nina. His unwavering devotion to her was evident.

"Do you really think you can take Nina away once you find her?" Ivy's lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes showing disdain.

Nash wasn't interested in arguing. He grabbed Ivy's shoulder with one hand while keeping his gun trained on her with the other, constantly scanning the surroundings. Ivy was his best leverage. Ivy's contempt was genuine. With a wave of her hand, Nash suddenly smelled a fragrance filling the air.

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Ivy smiled coldly. "Nash, even if you can hold out for a while, the poison in your body and my powder will weaken you soon enough. You can't resist."

As she silently counted to herself, "One, two, three..."

"Bang!"

Nash suddenly collapsed to the ground. He had planned to use Ivy as a hostage, thinking he could capture the leader, but she was professionally trained.

The Yaren tribe was surrounded by allied forces, and constant warfare, including internal strife, meant she could never let her guard down, no matter how tough it was.

Seeing Nash lying there, unable to move, Ivy touched his face, her hand slowly moving from his chin upward. Beneath his disguise, Nash's face was like a perfect sculpture.

Ivy's hand moved to his collarbone. "Nash..."

"Miranda." Nash couldn't stand to hear another word from her.

Nash's cold voice cut through her thoughts, surprising Ivy. "When did you figure it out?"

She had changed her face and taken precautions, but somehow, Nash had known.

Was it because of her actions towards him now?