Chương 427: Where Is Morph?

After Zelda finished speaking, she could only let out a quiet sigh before leaving Draven's presence. The sight of the King's empty gaze was too much for the witch to bear. 

Draven remained at the outskirts of Redcrest for a long time. 

The passing breeze tousled his black hair, yet he stood like a stone statue forsaken by time. The random bouts of wind and the swaying grass were the only movements within that ridge. 

As the clouds soon partially covered the sun, another strong gust of wind blew over, and only then did the sorrowful figure of the King of Agartha disappear, returning to his palace to be by his mate's side.

Morpheus would be cremated and buried tomorrow. Seeing her unconscious, Draven felt another pang of guilt in his heart. Ember had to wake up soon, or else she would lose her chance to see her friend for the last time. However, Draven also worried about her reaction once she heard of Morpheus' death.