The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430 Whatever It Takes

Draven and Ember had arrived at Redcrest city. However, unlike what Draven expected, instead of sorrow of mourning and the bustle of cremation in the main square, there was an air of celebration.

'What's going on here?'

Draven's sharp senses got him the answer and his red eyes looked towards the entrance of the hall in shock.

Ember was too dispirited to take notice of her surroundings, immersed in her own pain while clutching onto that bird whistle tightly in her hand.

Draven took Ember inside the hall, where the people bowed wherever he passed, but spared them not a glance.

He caught the part of Cornelia saying she needed to bring Morpheus back with her.

"Is it true?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. We can save Morph. There is still hope."

Draven didn't know what to feel. His red eyes landed on his friend's body and chaotic emotions burst inside his chest. He covered his face with his hands, but one could see that his hands were trembling.

Ember's reaction was similar to Aureus. She was frozen in place, disbelief on her face, standing by her mate's side like a statue. Cornelia's crying and laughing face turned to her.

"Miss Ember, did you hear me? We can save the Commander."

Tears rolled down her green eyes, her trembling lips moved to form a sentence, "You ...are not lying...?"

The red-haired witch shook her head. "I am not lying."

Ember had no words to say, and the next moment, everyone heard the loud sobs of King's mate bawling her heart out, wrapped in his arms, her face buried in his chest. It was happiness she was feeling but she could only cry as it was her only way to express it. Draven embraced her dearly, his own face betraying his own joy.

The entire hall was soon emptied of the crowd. Guests were asked to leave, and only a few others were allowed to stay back, like the clan elders, the witches from Spirit Circle as well asZelda.

Cornelia and others talked about what to do while Aureus and Ember stood next to Morpheus, staring at him and praying in their hearts for him to wake up soon.

As Chief Agraleus approved, his body was moved to Honeyharbor City.

Morpheus was taken to the sacred place of the witches where only high-ranking witches and their apprentices were allowed. It could be considered an inheritance passed among witches with souls as their main expertise, and before the war, this was where Cornelia's master, the former Head of Witches, and her fellow witches studied soul spells. Similar to the Spirit Circle, it was covered by a powerful concealing spell, but the difference was that Cornelia had sole control over who could enter.

Thisplace was aptly named Spirit Shrine.