The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 442

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Chapter 442 God Of War

The following morning, Draven awoke to find Ember in a deep slumber. Gently, he adjusted the blanket to cover her naked body, noticing the marks adorning her delicate skin, stark against her fair complexion.

He couldn't deny he failed to hold back the previous night as it felt like an eternity since he got the taste of intimacy with his mate. Not being able to take him, she finally begged him to stop despite trying to keep up with him for long. He stopped at her plea and allowed her to rest. Deciding to leave Ember in the care of the servants, Draven returned to his own chamber. After dressing in fresh clothes following a soothing bath, a sudden sensation caught his attention. His expression turned serious as he realized something significant.

"Sire, your meal…" Erlos began, but Draven had already vanished from the chamber.

"Where did he go?" Erlos muttered, shaking his head. "I hope this time he doesn't bring someone else back, or Ember would roast him in her hellfire."

Draven reached the riverside in the dandelion field, where a woman stood. Her back to him, she gazed at the river, her long honey-blond hair flowing with the gentle breeze, giving her an almost divine appearance.

"Evanthe," Draven uttered, his expression one of surprise.

The woman turned to face him, her beautiful features framed by a gentle smile, her very presence exuding a comforting warmth.

"Draven," she greeted him. "I knew you would still sense my presence and come here."

For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words before finally asking, "How have you been?"

"Just as you see, as usual—beautiful and powerful," she replied with a playful tone. "And you, still the cold iceberg."

Draven silently acknowledged her words; being called a 'cold iceberg' by her was nothing new to him.

"Did you come here because of Morph?" he inquired, knowing that like him and a few others, Evanthe must have seen the dream that dictated the prophecy.

Evanthe's playful demeanor shifted to seriousness as she nodded. "He..."

"He is still with us," Draven informed her. "We need your help to heal him."

Evanthe managed a light smile, tears still lingering in her eyes. "As I am here, I will bring him back so I can continue to annoy him like before. He's not allowed to leave us until I've had my fill of troubling him."

Evanthe held back tears, relieved to hear that Morpheus had not passed away. Having witnessed numerous deaths over the past century, they had all become somewhat indifferent to loss. However, Morpheus' incident had shaken them deeply.

Draven felt a deep sense of relief upon seeing Evanthe. She was not only a close ally but also the one they desperately needed now to bring their friend back. As the most powerful witch queen, Evanthe, alongside Cornelia, possessed the capability to expedite soul healing.

"I am also here for another matter," Evanthe mentioned. "I believe you can assist me."

"I will," Draven assured her.

Evanthe began to explain, "On the day of the incident with Morpheus, I had visions. Along with Morpheus' injury, I saw a woman surrounded by fire, believed to be the reincarnation of the deity of fire. I need to meet her."

"Seems like you are here because of the purple eyes woman," Draven spoke. "If I am not wrong that woman is your son's mate." Aureus' arrival in Agartha, had answered so many of his questions.