The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 50

North of Agartha, in the forest bordering the rugged peaks around the kingdom, a beautiful eagle with ashy gray feathers could be seen gliding swiftly with a downward momentum.

Within that dense forest, ancient trees with height so tall and width so wide they resembled tower spires could be seen somewhat covered in fog. Large thatched houses made of interwoven branches could be seen hanging on the bodies of every tree, their features seemingly like giant nests.

Morpheus had reached Redcrest, an imposing city within the territory of the shapeshifters and the land where the Divine Eagles ruled over the other feathered races.

Just as he landed and transformed to his human form outside of his house, one eagle clan member approached him as if waiting for his arrival.

“Hey, Morph,” the eagle casually called out, looking to be of similar age as Morpheus. “The Family Head—I mean, the Chief has asked for you.”

The race of shapeshifters followed the laws of the jungle, particularly on how they revered bloodlines and strength, and their hierarchy were particularly strict not only within their own family but with other families as well, just like how predators like wolves dominate over small animals like rabbits. Morpheus’ uncle, the Head of the Divine Eagles, was the current strongest shapeshifter alive, and thus, he was also the acting Chief of their entire race.

Morpheus sighed and walked towards the door of his home without answering.

“Morph? Are you listening? Hey, Morpheus!”

“I am tired, Iden,” Morpheus said as he entered his house. His residence was modest, lacking decoration and looking empty with only basic furniture made out of wood inside. Though it was fairly spacious, one could see the entire house upon entering the place. Morpheus went to lay on his bed, which was nothing more than a pile of dried grass which was covered with soft animal skin.

“Chief said it’s urgent,” Iden insisted. “All the other family heads have arrived and they are only waiting for you.”

Morpheus decided to ignore him, but Iden was sent to him for a reason. He was persistent.

“Hey—”

“Morph—”

“Can you hear me—”

“Are you really asleep?”

After a while, Morpheus sighed and sat up on the bed. “You won’t give up unless I go?”

“That’s the Chief’s order and I have to carry it,” Iden replied with a shrug.

Morpheus stood up, and in the fraction of a moment, he turned into his other form, flying away from his house without stopping until he landed on the most magnificent tree within the city.

The residence of the Chief of the Shapeshifters was a gigantic ancient tree with a thick crown and an even thicker body, large enough that numerous connecting nests were built around it, and the hollowed trunk further divided into sections with the entrance at the bottom of the tree. The entire tree was divided into different floors, and protected by enchantments, making it the most important place within the City of Redcrest.