The Devil's Cursed Witch-Chapter 490: You Can’t Kill Her

Draven and Morpheus, though the human leader tried to keep them busy, had their full attention on Ember. Even from a distance, they could clearly hear what Ember and her brother were talking about.

All of a sudden, both of their sharp senses caught something unusual — and they reacted in a flash, faster than any ordinary gaze could follow. Without hesitation, they used their powers in an instant, striking down the dark hooded figures that had positioned themselves between them and Ember.

Draven and Morpheus' attacks were merciless, and the hooded figures fell to the ground in moments — but…

A horrific scene awaited them once those hooded enemies were no longer there to block their view.

A man — Rhian — had wrapped his arms around Ember to protect her, and a black staff, glowing and pulsing with dark magic, was pierced through his back.

Before they could fully process what they were seeing, hundreds of hooded figures began to emerge from all directions.

Without a word, Draven and Morpheus moved like flashes of light — both knowing exactly what needed to be done.

Morpheus appeared instantly at Ember's side, his large, golden, armor-like wings spreading wide and surrounding the siblings — shielding both Ember and the gravely injured Rhian.

At the same time, waves of black magic shot toward them from the attacking wizards, but the divine armor of Morpheus' wings and Draven's dark powers blocked them all before they could reach Ember.

"Ember, are you alright?" Morpheus asked, his voice filled with worry. He wanted to pull her into his arms and make sure she was safe, but Rhian — bleeding and unconscious — was still in her hold.

Ember finally snapped out of her shock and looked up at Morpheus with teary eyes. "Rhian… he…"

"Don't be scared, alright?" Morpheus said softly, trying to comfort her as he wiped a tear from her cheek.

With his golden wings still wrapped protectively around them and trusting Draven to handle the attackers, Morpheus reached down and carefully removed the black magic-laced staff from Rhian's back. The prince winced in pain, the dark magic clearly causing more harm than the wound itself.

Ember immediately pulled off her coat and pressed it firmly against Rhian's wound, her eyes brimming with tears.

Once again, someone was sacrificing themselves for her — and it broke her heart.

"We can't let anything happen to him," Ember said, her voice shaking with worry. "Do something, Morph!"

Morpheus checked Rhian's life force — it was weakening rapidly.

"Draven can hold his life with his darkness — at least until we get him to the witch clan," Morpheus said, glancing toward Draven.

Draven was standing his ground, fighting the overwhelming number of wizards single-handedly. His dark powers lashed out with ruthless precision, knocking down enemy after enemy, their bodies falling like withered leaves. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Draven, this human needs your help," Morpheus called out. "Let's switch."

Draven heard him. With a powerful blow of his dark energy, he sent the remaining wizards flying. Seizing the moment, Draven moved back toward Morpheus, who was already standing up to take his place.

"Those wizards are powerful because of divine blood. Someone has given it to them. Be careful," Draven warned as he approached.

No wonder those wizards had dared to fight against the two most powerful beasts.

"I can handle them," Morpheus replied coldly as he walked forward, his golden wings wide open.

In a flash, a long sword appeared in his hand — a sword he had only drawn on the battlefield in the past.

It's time to sharpen my sword on some rusty bones, Morpheus thought, casually rotating his wrist as he gripped the hilt. His eyes glowed bright gold, his hair shifting to the same radiant hue as he prepared to unleash his newly upgraded powers.

Half the wizards Draven had slain lay scattered, but the remaining half — though injured — were now surging back after absorbing the powerful blow from Draven.

You dare hurt my mate? Morpheus's golden eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint.

The next moment, the Divine Eagle vanished from his spot, leaving behind only a violent gust of wind. And then — one by one — the heads of the wizards began to roll across the ground.

Meanwhile, Draven focused on Rhian, using his power of darkness to halt the black magic corrupting the prince's body.

He's human… I can't use too much of my power or it'll backfire, Draven thought, frustration building. I need to get him back quickly. But I can't teleport — it would harm him more.

"Draven, what happened? Is he not going to be alright?" Ember asked anxiously, holding Rhian tightly.

"We need to get him to the witch clan immediately. But I can't teleport him," Draven said grimly.

Ember looked at Morpheus, still cutting through the waves of wizards like they were nothing, even as more of them appeared from the shadows, as if their numbers were endless.

"Then how are we—" she began, but before she could finish, Draven moved away swiftly.

A moment later, a majestically huge black dragon stood towering before them, his dark scales gleaming under the moonlight, eyes burning like embers.

A deafening roar split the air, shaking the ground and sending fear through every human present. They scattered, running to hide wherever they could.

With a wave of power, Draven lifted both Ember and Rhian onto his massive back, preparing to take flight.

"Morph!" Ember called out as she clutched Rhian, watching Morpheus fight. He was a vision of wrath and grace, slaying wizards as though they were mere shadows — nothing before him.

The black dragon turned, sweeping close to Morpheus's side. With a powerful breath, Draven released a torrent of black fire, incinerating the remaining wizards to finish it quickly.

As they flew close, Ember caught sight of Morpheus mercilessly tearing a wizard's head from his body, roaring with rage, "You dare hurt my mate… You all deserve a cruel death!"

His fury was evident in every word and every brutal strike.

Draven let out another thunderous roar before turning away — a clear signal to Morpheus that it was time to leave.

As if perfectly attuned to each other, Morpheus understood, but he wasn't done yet.

By the time Draven soared off into the night sky, Logan had already arrived with his forces, surrounding the remaining humans and swiftly finishing off the surviving wizards.

Morpheus landed heavily in front of the terrified humans, his golden wings folding behind him as he let out a mocking smirk.

"Where is your leader?" he asked coldly.

Before anyone could speak, Morpheus' ears twitched sharply, catching something in the distance. The wicked grin on his lips widened.

In a flash — faster than lightning — Morpheus vanished, only to return moments later dragging back a struggling human.

"So… you wanted to kill my mate, huh?" Morpheus asked, his voice dangerously soft.

"Yes, I wanted to," the leader spat angrily, glaring at Morpheus without fear. "If your mate had died, both of you would have followed her to death."

Morpheus let out a dark chuckle. "Do you really think you were clever enough to carry out this pathetic plan without us knowing? Did you think it was so easy to separate our mate from us? You consider yourself smart enough to fool us?"

The leader's face darkened, realizing too late that his plan had been futile.

"I was this close to killing her… If not for her useless brother—"

But before he could finish, Morpheus' lopsided smile deepened, cutting him off.

"You still don't get it, huh?" Morpheus said coldly as he tightened his grip around the leader's neck, lifting him slightly off the ground.

"We allowed her to separate from us because nothing can harm her — let alone kill her. She's not human anymore, fool.She is an invincible deity. Your plan failed before it even began."

The leader's eyes widened in terror as Morpheus continued in a voice laced with venom.

"You can start praying for your family now because this will be your last moment before I send you straight to hell."

"She's not dead… so you don't need to kill me," the leader gasped desperately.

"But you made her cry," Morpheus snarled, his golden eyes burning with fury. "And one tear from her eyes is worth one human life. And she shed far more than one tear… so every human present here will pay for my mate's pain."

Morpheus leaned in closer, his voice a dangerous whisper.

"Let me start with you."

Before the leader could protest or even fully process those words, a sharp pain tore through his gut.

Morpheus' claw-like hand had ripped into his stomach, tearing it open with brutal precision. The man tried to scream, but Morpheus' one hand was clamped tightly around his throat, choking off every sound while the free hand had pulled out his gut, spread out along with blood poured from the savage wound.

The humans around them stood frozen in horror, their bodies trembling as they watched their leader die in agony.

Falling to their knees, they begged in desperation, voices shaking:

"Please spare us, Divine Eagle! We were only following orders! We are innocent!"

Morpheus was in no mood to show mercy, but Logan quickly intervened.

"Morph, I'll take care of things here," Logan said firmly. "You should head back and be with your mate. She must be sad."

At the mention of his mate, Morpheus clenched his jaw but backed down, and in the next moment, he flew away like a streak of golden lightning.

Logan let out a sigh as he watched him leave. He didn't want to see a repeat of what had happened in the past — when Morpheus had gone completely berserk after his parents' death, slaughtering every human in sight like a madman. Today, Logan had seen a tinge of that same madness in his eyes, and it worried him deeply.

With a cold look, Logan turned to his men. "Capture everyone present here. No one leaves."

Meanwhile, the two knights — who had been frozen in shock and unable to reach their prince due to some invisible barrier — finally approached Logan. Despite their still-shaking bodies, they tried their best to contain the terror of everything they had witnessed.

"We are Prince Rhian's knights," one of them said firmly, though his voice still held a slight tremor. "We need to know where you've taken our prince. We must go to him."

Logan studied them for a long moment before turning to one of his soldiers. "Take these two back to the border camp and keep them there."

Then, glancing back at the knights, Logan said, "Tomorrow, you will know what to do. For now, we wait for our king's orders."

The knights could only nod, knowing there was at least a sliver of hope that they would get to see their prince again.