The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 128

The powerful Divine Eagle emerged from the dark waters of that vast river, causing a loud splashing sound as if another explosion had occurred on the surface.

As soon as the water settled back on the river, Morpheus could be seen flying steadily in the air above the river, his majestic golden wings and their seemingly metallic feathers spread to their fullest, flinging all the water droplets away, leaving not just wings but the rest of his body dry.

By the time he eyed the destroyed part of the mountain, Morpheus looked as if he never touched the water in the first place.

His golden orbs stared at the trees ahead; they were still burning because one distressed dragon could not control himself. Maybe it was by pure luck–or that reckless dragon had a little bit of sanity left–but this part of the forest was one far from any of the cities or settlements, thus, only the wild animals should have been affected by his rampage.

Morpheus had to use his powers once again to put off the forest fire, or else, it would only spread and cause more harm.

He closed his eyes as his body emitted an invisible force. As if in response, his golden wings radiated bright light. He didn’t look like the usual Morpheus, but someone totally different.

The water in the river started to swirl and a whirlpool was soon formed due to his powers. In a blink of an eye, a small tornado–more precisely, a waterspout had risen from the river following the movements of Morpheus, his spread hands controlling the direction of the waterspout._.

The moment he clenched his fists, the water above the burning trees broke into a shower, putting out that ferocious fire in a manner of seconds.

Morpheus had a satisfied smirk on his lips as he swiftly cleaned up the mess that Dragon started, a welcomed card he could use against him once he sobered up. Afterwards, he looked down at the river as if his gaze could pierce through that dark waters whose surface reflected nothing but the moonlit sky.

His sharp eyes could see the bottom of the river, where a Black Dragon lay with his eyes closed.

‘You deserve to not come out there till eternity,’ he could not help but think.

Morpheus flapped his wings and headed towards the destroyed part of the mountain. He landed on the muddy ground as his sharp hearing sense caught a certain sound.

Following the sound, he walked towards a fallen tree which was hiding a small nest. Morpheus picked that nest up and observed the baby birds inside. Fortunately, they looked fine except for being drenched in water as the nest was within the hole inside the trunk of the fallen tree.

“That brainless dragon won’t care for wild creatures like you, but I do.” He caressed those baby birds and carried them away. Just like that, he found a few more nests and put them on the trees near the destroyed forest.

Their parents must have flown away after sensing danger, but the babies could not fly. At least this way, once the adult birds returned, they would be able to find their children. Whether they remain or build new nests elsewhere, that was no longer his concern.

It took some time for Morpheus to take care of things. However, he by himself could not do everything. He would perhaps need to call out the Forest Fae or the Wood Elves to help rebuild this part of the forest, or else it would take decades for the plants and trees to regrow on their own.

After thinking for a while, he pulled out a small wooden ornament that hung to his short pants on one side of his waist. He put one end of it on his lips and blew it. It was a mystical item, a whistle that could be used to summon anyone within its range with the help of the wind.

It didn’t make a sound, but soon, small green orbs of light came to surround him. They were the Forest Fae, sprites who had powers to control plants. They had consciousness but were not capable of communication, similar to the tree spirits in Ronan. With their help, trees were regrown in a manner of hours.

Even before the break of dawn, birds came flying back to settle on the trees. With that part of the mountain fixed, the creatures and small animals residing there could come back and live like usual.