The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 405

Draven landed back on the flattened peak, but before he could say a word to the young eagle and elf, he felt a strange fluctuation coming from a certain direction and froze in place.

Crackle, crackle!

A gust of hot wind suddenly blew over, one with the strength of an incoming hurricane. A bolt of lightning crashed down with vengeance, as if it planned to scorch the earth black.

In a mere moment, the bright and sunny weather changed. Sudden darkness enveloped the sky. A distant sound of explosion echoed in the air, and it was so strong its vibrations could be felt by Draven.

The King of Agartha turned to look in the direction of its source-- the palace.

The sky over the palace was covered in pitch black clouds, making one have the illusion that night had fallen. The threatening lightning and thunder appeared as if they were omens of disaster.

Divine power.

Another divine power was being unleashed in the palace.

It was the most destructive divine power he had only caught a glimpse of, but he knew who was the owner of that power.

"I am late," Draven said before disappearing from the destroyed peak of the mountain.

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Meanwhile, back in the Netherfields, Cornelia was holding a ring on her palm. It was an item that belonged to Thala Grimsbane which her sister had taken from her chamber, as Maria knew Cornelia's scrying would be more precise if she had a proper medium.

Cornelia went to a less crowded part of the graveyard, trying to sense the presence of Thala, when she suddenly grew pale.

She accidentally saw something in front of a grave.

'Camellia flowers?'

She was frightened out of her wits. The shape of the bouquet, the number of flowers, even the angle of sunlight hitting those petals...

It was the same view as in her ominous vision.

Cornelia looked at her apprentice who was standing behind the senior witches of her coven. "Silvia, who brought those flowers?" Cornelia pointed at the bouquet.

"Let me inquire, my lady." The young witch quickly asked a nearby sister and returned with news. "Commander Morpheus brought them, my lady."

Cornelia was shocked.

'Morph? Could it be...'

The red-haired witch felt her breath stuck in her chest. With her eyes wide open, the scenes of that vision played in front of her eyes once again. A low laugh soon escaped her lips, sounding so distorted it was as if she was about to grow mad.

'Someone important to me? Of course, His Majesty is important but it was only because he is a benefactor who helped us witches again and again, because I owe the King a debt of gratitude and I strive to return his trust... but as a person...my important person...How could Morph's importance compare to the King?'

Tears rolled down her eyes at the realization of what that vision of hers was going to cause. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

'I thought I have successfully moved on...but it seems I've yet to forget that man. My heart remains foolish...'

As if to mock her, the heaven suddenly turned dark like the night sky. Flash of lightning struck without warning, causing all the supernatural beings in the Kingdom of Agartha to be enveloped by a sense of tension and fear. Just then, an explosion occurred south of the graveyard, and waves of strong vibrations rocked the earth.

Cornelia dropped the ring in her hand as she stood up in place, the blood in her body turning cold as ice.

'No, no, no!'

As desperation hit her, Cornelia immediately enveloped herself in magic, but before she vanished, her gaze happened to meet Zelda's. There were tears in Zelda's reddened eyes, the traces on her aged face showing she had been crying for some time.

Cornelia understood. Zelda knew. She had known all along.

'I hope I am not late!'

The Head of the Witches disappeared from Netherfields even before her subordinates could say a word.

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Minutes ago, before the skies of Agartha darkened, Leeora had been approached by the Wood Elves who were residing outside of Ronan, bringing along with them their spouses or families to greet the High Elder of their clan. Since they live in other cities, they had little chance to interact with Leeora who almost never leaves Ronan except for the palace during council meetings.

"Greetings, High Elder."

"How have you been, dear? It has been six months since I last saw..."

After she accepted their courtesy, Leeora sensed something upon returning to the graves of her fallen clan members. She smelled precious herbs that were mixed together.

Rosemary, yarrow, chamomile, mugwort...