The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 26

Meanwhile, Draven decided to go out on a journey and wander around the continent.

Other than just updating his own map of the human kingdoms, he thought of visiting a particular place that held a special meaning to his existence.

In a blink of an eye, the tall figure of Draven Aramis disappeared from his study.

His regal body reappeared on the banks of a river that cut through the center of a dense forest. It was an ancient forest generally untouched by humans as it was on the other side of a mountain range flocked by dangerous wild animals.

‘Decades have passed since my last visit yet nothing has changed.’

Several centuries ago, Draven Aramis found himself waking up in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by these exact same trees…without his memories.

Draven looked at a particularly rocky place at the mouth of the river. It was as if he could see the blurry images of that time when he found himself in this forest for the first time.

Centuries back, on this same place, he woke up with a deep gasp as if he had been suffocating for a long time. There was immense pain on the left side of his chest. He had no strength in his body and somehow dragged himself towards the river to drink water and quench his thirst.

Drinking water was something his body’s instinct drove him to do, but his mind had been a mess back then. Confusion was the dominant thing in his mind.

“Where am I?”

“What happened?”

“What can’t I recall anything?”

Only the question “Who am I?” had an answer.

Draven Aramis.

An empty name, and the most important clue he had of his identity.

When he tried to sit up, he found his body trembling at the sharp pain he felt in his chest. His palm touching his chest was bright red.

He removed the torn top and checked his chest. Although he felt pain, his chest looked fine. There was not a single wound on his skin, nothing except a tattoo of a black dragon. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}