As the latter half of the night approached, Abigail Turner, who was meditating in the cave, suddenly opened her eyes: "Is everyone ready?"
"Please give the order, ma'am." The military officers were all geared up and did a final check of their armor and magical instruments.
"Let's go!"
The group left the cave and headed straight for the downstream area of the Rogue River.
"Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow, stay behind. If anything happens, notify the authorities for us."
Vanessa curled her lip and thought to herself, how petty. You don't want me to share the credit, but this little fairy doesn't want to go either.
Abigail had planned tonight's operation beforehand.
She was no fool. Even with her family's covert support, no fool could become a Prescott.
For the malicious ghosts she had long devised a complete capture plan.
