Max remained still, hidden within the dense canopy of the trees, his mind processing everything that had just unfolded.
He was stunned by what he saw.
This wasn't what he had planned.
Not by far.
His original strategy had been simple—use his Lightning Shadow Clone as a diversion, then eliminate one of the Seeker Rank assassins in the confusion.
Then taking care of others.
But then—everything changed.
Jessica was dead.
Jonas had been sent away.
And now, Uncle Ron—the true danger, a Peak Seeker Rank expert—was carrying away his clone, thinking it was him.
'He'll figure it out soon enough when my clone turns into lightning.'
The moment Uncle Ron realized he was carrying nothing but a body made of pure lightning, everything would fall apart.
'That's my cue to leave.'
Max didn't hesitate.
He was alive.
Abby was dead.
Jonas would soon follow.
Aron?
He was lucky. Whoever the "mystery killer" was, they weren't after him.
For now.
