The Charismatic Charlie Wade

During this time, the highway was sparsely populated with vehicles. Every so often, a car would whiz by, paying little heed to the woman who had parked her vehicle in the emergency lane.

While parking on the emergency lane was a theoretical no-no, the mountain expressways saw less scrutiny. With light traffic and breathtaking scenery, fatigued drivers often opted for a picturesque pit stop. No one batted an eye as they gazed upon the passing vehicles.

The passing motorists showed no surprise at the sight of Morgana. However, she was vexed by the towering 100-meter bridge that spanned two mountains, connecting two tunnels. This was the closest point on the entire highway to her Master’s retreat.

Unfortunately, there were no highway exits within dozens of kilometers in either direction since scarcely anyone lived in this area. To reach her destination swiftly, her only option was to take the leap from here. Otherwise, she’d have to exit at a distant highway ramp and embark on a day or two of mountainous trekking.

For Morgana, the leap was a trivial feat. But leaving the car here after her departure would lead to unnecessary complications. Any concerned driver stumbling upon an empty car at the edge of a bridge might conclude it was a suicide attempt. A call to the police would inevitably follow, leading them to the scene in haste.

They’d first seek signs of a fall or worse beneath the bridge. There would be no disguising the leap from this dizzying height. Once the police unraveled that someone had jumped, miraculously surviving and disappearing without a trace, they’d spare no effort to uncover the truth.

They’d employ the highway’s surveillance footage to identify the driver and meticulously trace back through the evidence. Morgana understood well that despite her extraordinary abilities, she couldn’t elude modern society’s ubiquitous surveillance systems. Leaving an image record wouldn’t be perilous in a nation of over a billion people, as long as she didn’t attract undue attention from the police or higher-ups.

Her current objective was to vanish from this bridge with her vehicle. She was well-acquainted with the car; her years on the Antarctic island had seen her mastering various vehicles. Her extended isolation hadn’t dimmed her knowledge of this world’s technology.

Given her expertise with cars, Morgana swiftly devised a plan. She closed her eyes slightly, channeling a surge of potent reiki from her body into the off-road vehicle. Then, she extended her spiritual awareness to survey her surroundings, patiently awaiting the opportune moment.

entered her consciousness’s reach did she snap her eyes

the off-road vehicle with empty hands and commanded,

if the vehicle had caught a gust of wind. It rolled and ascended into the

to transmute into paper at that moment, tumbling gracefully through the air. Morgana’s reiki enveloped it, allowing for a slow descent.

approached the bridge deck, she refocused her aura to enshroud only the fuel tank and battery. The descent

but intact. After the crash, tranquility

densely populated with various trees, and the off-road vehicle had plowed a path through the thick woods. Morgana’s thoughts directed her

***

Meanwhile, elsewhere,

surveillance footage from that region had been swiftly transferred to a secure cloud server by Keagan Myers’ underlings. Providing Maria with the server’s address and key, Keagan watched the surveillance videos with Jagoan in

Morgana’s figure using the time she ascended the mountain. They retraced Morgana’s journey from this surveillance point to the old town, all within the camera’s

left a digital trail nearly impossible to erase. Any road

massive volume of video and image data was cataloged with license plate labels, allowing for rapid retrieval. They input Morgana’s license plate

under her nose. She had never expected someone

in all traffic monitoring systems. Jagoan focused on the most recent data, which revealed that half an