Chương 67: Morpheus' Discoveries About Draven

Draven stepped towards him with anger in his eyes and clutched his throat in his hand. 

"Answer me." 

It was a command from the King, or rather, the Devil. His red eyes were burning with flames of anger.

However, this didn't affect Morpheus, nor did he try to escape Draven's hold. In fact, he seemed more curious about the King's reaction as he replied, "The answer depends on whether you want her alive or dead."

The rising power in the air thickened, and an ordinary person would have suffocated due to the pulsating magic that seemed to echo the King's anger. 

"Sire?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door and it opened despite the lack of response. 

As expected, a young silver-haired elf entered the chamber, only to witness the sight of the King clutching the neck of a half-naked warrior. 

Morpheus grinned at Erlos despite his neck being strangled, and said in a choking voice, "Hey, kid."