The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 409

Meanwhile, inside that dome-shaped energy barrier.

Morpheus was on the ground, his pulse growing weaker by the minute as if counting his last breaths. A handle of a dagger could be seen sticking out from his chest.

In his eyes, the world was turning blurry and slowly losing its colors.

Only the fiery redness of the flames behind Ember remained bright, like a splash of color on a faded painting. Perhaps it was a blessing that the last sight he'd get to see before his death was Ember's flame phoenix.

'How beautiful,' he could not help but think as his heartbeats began to slow. 'She has the most beautiful wings...perhaps if there's a next life...a mere eagle like me can also...'

"M-Morph, don't die please," he heard a voice continuously say beside him like a prayer.

It was the spoiled but still adorable little fox, Isa, and she was crying and begging, looking so pitiful, his heart ached. This was someone he treated like a little sister.

At this moment, she was covered in his blood, her beautiful face white as a sheet. Her hand was placed above him, and she was casting a basic healing spell with whatever energy was left in her. Something was wrong with her energy core, but despite that, she was squeezing out her remaining divine power into his weak body, trying to protect the last of his vitality.

However, Isa was no healer in the first place, and the strength of the divine weapon could not be negated by a mere basic spell.

She was only delaying the inevitable.

"D-Don't cry," Morpheus raised his hand to wipe her tears. "I..."

Cough!

He coughed out blood and was unable to say anything.

Isa gripped Morpheus' hand and continued to force her powers into him. "No, no, you have to hold on, please! I will do something. Don't give up--"

Morpheus' dull senses caught movement at the periphery. It seemed like someone had arrived.

'In the end, he came.'

A triumphant smile lingered on Morpheus' pale face when he noticed a certain red-eyed man from outside the barrier.

Although his vision was deteriorating, there was no need to guess who it was since there was only one person with red eyes within Agartha--that arrogant Black Dragon.

'This powerful Dragon. Thala's plan could not hold him back any longer. But still was enough to keep him away from here.'

It seemed like the Dragon was trying but failing to break through the barrier. He could only imagine Draven's expression at this moment. Had he thrown away that irritating expressionless mask of his? Was he staring at him with a face full of worry? Guilt? Anger?

He wanted to mock Draven, to boast how he managed to successfully pull a scheme without him knowing and that he successfully changed his destiny.

Morpheus was able to fight against destiny--in a sense, this could be considered a miraculous achievement that not even Draven had achieved.

'You dimwit... hah, you're still so annoying...Ugh, it hurts...I wish I could punch you one last time...haah...You better make a nice grave as a sign of thanks...and don't ever make your mate cry...if you do, I'll crawl out of my grave and haunt you...'

Memories of their early camaraderie flashed before him.

Back then, he really thought he'd call Draven his brother-in-law.

It's a pity he could not see his sister one last time...

If only things were different...

"Morph! No! Don't close your eyes!" Isa screamed.

In desperation, red fox tails appeared behind her. However, instead of three, there were merely two tails and one was even starting to dissipate into pure divine power, which she planned to inject into Morpheus' body.

To think the young lady of the Divine Fox Clan would sacrifice a tail to preserve his last breath! That was worth hundreds of years of bitter cultivation! It was her own lifeforce! Not to forget once a divine fox loses their tail, that lost tail would never grow back and they could never have nine tails when all these foxes do is to dedicate their lifetime to grow those nine tails. Hardly the numbers countable on fingers could achieve it.

"Isa, what are you doing?! Stop!"

Even if she did this, he would still die! She was wasting her divine powers for nothing!

The moment he felt her lifeforce being transferred, Morpheus forcefully interrupted their connection and pushed her hand away, causing Isa to fail in sacrificing her tail.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just don't want you to die. Please don't die, Morph!" she sobbed. "Don't die, don't leave us! It's all my fault and I need to save you."

Perhaps it was due to his anger, Morpheus was able to get back some strength in his body. He found his vision clear a bit, and he could somehow move his limbs a little.

Only then did he notice the crowd outside the barrier, and he somehow felt sentimental seeing the faces of the people he used to bicker with for years.

He noticed his nephew who he got to meet just a while back and now it was time to separate from him. He could see what Aureus was feeling at this moment, he must have felt hurt and betrayed.

'I hope you will forgive me Aureus for keeping you in the dark...for being such a disappointment as your uncle, for not being able to spend more time with you... for once again making you feel this pain...for taking your blood to fulfill my plan...the plan where you lose your only family...please forgive me...'

Morpheus saw his uncle Agraleus who looked hurt and he could not help but be thankful to him for looking after him like his own son.

Just as Morpheus was starting to feel guilt at the sight of his uncle and nephew, his attention was quickly diverted by the pitiful screams of those tortured under Ember's hands.

A suffocating power erupted from her body.

'Killing intent!'

Screech!

The fire phoenix behind Ember seemed to let out a furious silent cry before flapping its mighty wings towards the three shapeshifters.

Whoosh!

Flames devoured their bodies, turning them into blackened corpses that gradually scattered into ashes.

The strength of that attack made even Morpheus fearful. His instincts were telling him that he was in great danger, that he should stay away from that phoenix, that the master of those flames had already lost her reason. He would be set on fire the moment he approached her.

Because she was no longer Ember.

That woman was a fire itself.

There was only the raging desire to burn everything in her path.

Yet knowing he was bound to die either way, Morpheus moved. Between dying by pitifully bleeding on the ground or dying in the hands of the woman he loved, it was an easy choice to make.

With the outside world isolated from within, only he could stop Ember's rampage.

The next moment, the fire phoenix behind Ember grew bigger and more ferocious, and the temperature of the flames around her rose along with her killing intent.

Killing those three shapeshifters didn't satisfy her anger--it only fueled her desire to burn the world and let all living beings know of her rage.

It pained Morpheus to see her like this.