The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 453

"Ember, you can return with Draven. If there is anything, we will inform you," Evanthe suggested, glancing at Draven. "You should head back with her."

Draven turned to Ember to see what she wanted. Ember stood up, looked at Morpheus, and said, "I will visit you soon." She then turned to Draven. "My presence here might disturb Lady Evanthe from treating him. Let's go."

Draven nodded, and they stepped out of the healing chamber. Erlos and Aureus were waiting outside.

"Sire, how is he?" Erlos asked, while Aureus listened intently.

"He woke up, but not entirely yet," Draven replied, then turned to Aureus. "You can go inside."

Aureus offered a polite bow and headed inside, while the other three returned to the palace. When Aureus entered the main hall of the healing chamber, a witch standing inside signaled him toward a particular door that led to Morpheus.

As he reached the door and was about to ask for permission to enter, he heard something.

"It's happening again," came Cornelia's panicked voice, accompanied by the painful groans of a man.

Aureus froze in his place as he recognized the groans as his uncle's.

"I will try to infuse more of my divine powers," Evanthe's voice could be heard.

"It won't work for long. It's the darkness of hell, and our divine powers cannot deal with it. Only Ember..."

"Stay quiet," Evanthe's voice was angry. The chamber went silent, and soon Morpheus's painful groans stopped. After a while, Evanthe's voice was heard again, "He will regain his concourses soon. Only he has a right to take the decision for himself."

Aureus, still in shock, didn't know what to do. A witch outside asked, "Aren't you going inside, Lord Aureus?"

He snapped back to his senses, knocked on the door with the metal ring hanging on it, and then entered. He saw his uncle lying on the bed, unconscious, his entire body covered in sweat.

He looked at Evanthe. "What happened?"

"He hasn't recovered entirely yet, so we're facing some issues. But I'm sure we'll find a solution soon."

Trusting Evanthe, Aureus walked towards Morpheus and settled at the edge of the bed. He held his uncle's hand and could feel his divine power was unstable and weak.

"Can I offer him the essence of my powers?" Aureus asked.

"I was about to ask you," Evanthe approved. "You share blood, so both of your powers resonate more." _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Aureus transferred a part of his divine powers to Morpheus. As he did, he could see through Morpheus's unstable and damaged core, surrounded by hellfire that both protected and overwhelmed it.

His gaze lingered on Morpheus's pale face, and his heart ached for him. Even after fighting his way back to life, he was being tormented. Was he better off dead?

"Is there anything else I can help with?" Aureus asked.

Evanthe shook her head. "Just once a day, you need to provide him with your divine powers."

"I will," Aureus said, and turned to leave. His eyes met Cornelia's, who looked at him expectantly, as if he could do more.

Once he stepped out of the door, his heart felt unsettled. 'Why did Lady Cornelia mention Ember? What is it that Mother does not wish her to say?'