The Devil's Cursed Witch

Draven's senses were sealed, but given his powers, he was able to regain his sense of sight and hearing back, but he could not feel his limbs. That was the effect of the hostile divine power from the stabbed dagger rampaging inside his body, devouring his own magic. It was pure willpower that allowed him to leave the ice chamber.

The man managed to drag himself  towards the barrier, despite him taking some time.

Since he could enter it, he thought he could freely get past it this time as well,  but the moment he touched the barrier, his hand was pushed back.

Draven had guessed it, but confirming it still made him grit his teeth in frustration.

Thala had made sure he would not leave this cave at any cost.

Draven heard Aureus' guilt-ridden voice, "My apologies. It's because of my blood. I…I should not have listened to my uncle and should not have given my blood. I didn't think he was really going to harm you, King Draven."

Draven was in a situation he could not even afford to glare at him. The King of Agartha leaned against the barrier, using it as a support for him to sit up.

Only then did they see the injury on his chest. A handle of a bladed weapon was stuck over his heart.

"Sire—"

"You…you should not have listened to him," Draven growled at Aureus, his pale face showing anger.  "You don't know… what you have done."

Aureus felt worse. "What do we do now? Should we ask the council to capture my uncle?"

Draven struggled to stand up, and soon, he succeeded, but one could see that he was teetering so much, he could fall on his knees any moment now.

"Save…We have to save him…"

It shocked Aureus. "Save who? My uncle?"

But this time, Draven did not answer him.

With a ferocious expression, he grabbed the handle of that divine weapon and pulled it out from his body, causing his bleeding to worsen. His injury was severe, but it was not deadly. It was the kind of injury that would take at most several days to heal with the help of potions.

However, that was not the most important thing.

With the divine weapon gone from his body, Draven's powers were returning!

"Step back," Erlos said as he pulled Aureus away from the barrier.  His master was extremely powerful—even the strongest barriers could not trap him for long.

He knew Draven would  break the barrier, and thinking about the high level of this runic formation, the remnant force after destroying it would be extremely dangerous for them.

pαпdα Йᴏνê|,сòМ "The King said my uncle needs saving?" Aureus mumbled in disbelief. "Did I hear him wrong?"

"Though I don't know what happened, I think you are misunderstanding something," Erlos said. "You thought the Commander wanted to kill Sire?"

"I heard things…"

"He is annoying, but unfortunately, that bird is indeed Sire's friend. Did you really think that your uncle is that kind of person? A lowly scum who would harm his own dear friend? They just have conflicts, but even though these two always fight, they do not truly hate each other. They just can't be honest to themselves."

However, Aureus could not register a single word Erlos said as Draven began to manifest his powers.

Though Draven was yet to regain his peak strength, the level of magic he was emitting was stronger than both Erlos' and Aureus' powers combined. They felt strong vibrations on the ground, causing them to take a couple more steps away from the barrier.

Draven, who looked so weak he could pass out mere moments ago, was now standing firmly in place,  his body emitting rays of light.

The two youths were shocked. The kind of energy they felt coming from Draven was a foreign energy which they had never felt before.

'White light? Isn't Sire's attribute darkness?' Erlos thought in shock.

It was extremely bizarre. As the one always by Draven's side for years, Erlos of course knew his master's abilities but this new energy he was sensing, was something he had never sensed before.

Aureus' shock was bigger.

The young Divine Eagle grew up in a human kingdom—though he had seen supernatural beings use their powers before, they did it in a more lowkey manner, not to mention they would not spread out their magic in this manner.

The King of Agartha did not seem like a person at this moment. He was like the sun, the moon, the stars and the sky—not a living, breathing being but a part of nature.

'What kind of power is this? This…this is stronger than anything I have ever felt before. It feels like no one in this world should have such power. I was mistaken—the King of Agartha is stronger than Dray.'

Aureus could not believe his eyes.

He felt like he was facing the strongest being in this world.

The rays being emitted from Draven's body grew stronger and stronger, to the point the two youths thought the sun had descended on the continent.

Crack!

Crack, crack, crack—

Boom!

The barrier of the cave could no longer keep such overwhelming divine power at bay, and soon, the collision caused by Draven's powers and of that barrier caused the entire peak to be leveled flat.

Not just the cave, but the upper part of the mountain soon crumbled, causing an avalanche to cascade down the remnant side of the mountain.

Fortunately, Aureus and Erlos were able to react on time—the eagle managed to pulled themselves to safety by flying away from the cave as fast as he could, while the elf was able to cast a double-layered defensive spell of his own, shielding the two of them from the blast of the explosion; otherwise, they could not imagine how injured they would have been.

A minute after the explosion died down, Aureus and Erlos landed on the ruined mountain. The entire cave was destroyed. Nothing remained.

"Sire?" Erlos carefully called out.

As the dust settled down, the King of Agartha reappeared in front of them. He was floating over the pile of rocks stacked in snow, his appearance as if he was never hurt to begin with.

Both Aureus and Erlos might have been shocked by the King's show of strength, but Draven himself was more shocked than them. His own body was emitting a kind of power which Draven himself had never known.

Draven was a divine beast, and the divinity in his blood was extremely pure, that was why his magic of the darkness attribute was stronger than other supernatural beings. Yet today, he finally realized he had been ignorant about himself.

'This kind of power…it's like Ember's, the kind of divine power that should not exist in the mortal world.'

In his desperation of saving someone dear to him, something inside him was unleashed. Along with his Dragon powers, there was another strong power flowing inside him and that power was not foreign but his own.

Thousands of years had passed since Draven awakened without a memory, yet he never discovered this otherworldly power. It only showed how important that person was to him.

He had questions about himself, but this was not the time to think about it as he needed to hurry  to save that stupidly sentimental person.