THE DEVIL'S CURSED WITCH

Chapters 361-370

Ember chose to go outside with Morpheus.

Seconds later, they were up in the sky, his strong arms effortlessly carrying Ember in front of him, one hand supporting her back while the other was under her legs. A strong gust of wind hit her face, and she could not help but close her eyes and hold tightly onto the man carrying her.

'Too fast!'

Whether it was his uncontrolled excitement or for some other reasons, a single flap of Morpheus' wings caused them to shoot upwards, almost reaching the clouds, flying higher than he usually does.

Pleasant laughter erupted from Morpheus, and Ember could feel his chest shake along with it.

"Open your eyes, Ember. The scenery up here is better than on your balcony."

She opened her eyes slowly to take a peek at the said scenery, but not only was the wind too strong, the moment she looked down, she could barely see anything but the rolling hills below. The houses looked like ants, and a feeling of nausea took over her.

Not only could she barely keep her eyes open, her stomach was starting to feel funny due to the height. She turned her head slightly towards his chest, tightening her grip around his neck, her small face buried into the crook of his neck.

"I won't drop you, Ember," she heard him say, after sensing her reaction. Her tensed body in his arms gave away her exact thoughts.

"Umm, I know. I am just scared to look down," she replied with her eyes shut tight.

"We will reach there soon," he informed with a small smile and continued flying. After a while, Ember finally felt Morpheus had lowered his speed, as if the place where they were going to land was nearby.

Ember swallowed her fear and forced herself to open her eyes, only for her to let out a gasp.

'Wow! It's so colorful!'

Below them was a vast land with strips of colors—various hues of pink and red, yellow and orange, as well as blue and purple—going from one end to another, and upon closer look, she realized it was an extremely wide meadow overflowing with flowers in full bloom, surrounded by small hills and greenery.

Not just a flower garden, but a world of flowers!

Ember was in absolute awe.

She did not even realize they landed until Morpheus put her down. The two of them stood in the small pathway between two rows of flowers of different colors.

To her left was a row of yellow flowers, while to her right were flowers with deep violet color. From where she was standing, she could not see the end of those rows.

She wondered how vast this flower field must be. It even seemed to be larger than Draven's palace, no, even larger than Ronan. Everywhere, each and every corner was covered with flowers. Forget about seeing such a place before, she could not have come up with this even in her dreams.

"So many flowers! There must be thousands, tens of thousands of them!" she exclaimed.

Her eyes did not even know where to start looking. It was too much to take in a single glance!

"What is this place, Morph?" she asked as her curious and amused gaze could not stop observing the beauty around.

"The specialty of the city of Reif. It is the flower valley belonging to the Valley Elves," he replied and observed the overly excited female in front of him whose eyes could not stop brightening at the sight.

"There are even more flower varieties here than the ones I saw in Honeyharbor," she exclaimed and started counting them.

This sight was nothing much for Morpheus or those living inside the Kingdom of Agartha as they were used to seeing such heavenly beautiful places, being children of nature, but it was different for Ember.