The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 472

At the crack of dawn, Ember woke up. Draven was still sitting in his chair, staring outside. Sleep hadn't come to him when his mate wasn't in his arms. Sensing her movement, he went to her. Her face looked better compared to how pale she had been when she first woke up.

She opened her eyes, spotting Draven, and felt relieved. He helped her sit up in bed, her hand still holding Morpheus'.

"He hasn't woken up yet?" Ember asked, fighting against the lingering pain in her heart.

Draven shook his head. "It might take a little more time."

Ember nodded and turned to Morpheus, noticing something. "His hair color—has it changed, or are my eyes playing tricks on me?"

"You're seeing it right. His hair has turned gold from gray-blue," Draven confirmed.

She extended her hand to touch the silky gold hair. "Why did it change color? He looks like Aureus now, with gold hair."

"I'm not sure either, but maybe forming a bond with you has increased his powers, turning him into a gold divine eagle, the most powerful form of his kind."

"You mean he's risen in rank?" Ember asked.

"Seems like it," Draven replied, as surprised as Ember, but both felt happy about it.

Out of the four ranks in the divine eagle clan, gold is the most powerful and rare. They are like the kings of the clan. Gray-blue, like Morpheus and his uncle Agraleus, is the second rank, possessing the power of gold but only using it when fighting enemies or acting as the strongest warriors. They are fewer in number compared to the brown and blue eagles, who are numerous and perform lower tasks like soldiers, patrolling, spying, and manual labor in the clan.

"After everything he's suffered, losing his powers entirely, I think this is a good thing, right?" Ember commented.

Draven hummed in agreement and asked, "How's the pain? Is it still hurting?"

She nodded. "But it's not as bad as before. It's a little more bearable now."

"You must be hungry. How about you have a meal first?"

"Can you call for Reya and Clio? I'd like to take a bath first. Warm water might soothe the pain in my heart."

Draven agreed and called for her two servants.

Reya and Clio arrived to help her while Draven left for his own chamber, giving her privacy.

In the bath, Reya and Clio prepared warm water for Ember to soak in. Just as Ember settled into the water, Clio remarked, "That's a beautiful mate bond mark you have now, Lady Ember."

Ember followed Clio's gaze, which was fixed on her chest. Lowering her head, she tried to see the mark but couldn't make it out clearly. However, she knew something golden was shining over her heart.

Reya gasped as well. "That's such a beautiful mark! It looks like it's the bond mark with Commander Morpheus."

"I can't see it clearly," Ember mumbled, feeling curious herself.

Reya quickly fetched a mirror and held it in front of her. "Now you can."

Ember looked into the mirror, her fingers tracing the pair of golden wings tattooed on her fair skin—gold wings spread wide on either side, covering her heart. It was a symbol that her heart and soul were now connected to the owner of these golden wings.

"Is it because of this other bond? Morph did say before marking me that he had a solution to stabilize my core. Now I understand what he meant.' _{freёweɓnovel.com}