CHAPTER 493: A WORD WITH YOU

Suddenly the color of Morpheus eyes began to take change. It wasn’t only anger that had threatened him to go loose, it was also an urgent fear that he felt when he realized how Arabella had found out his deep darkest secret, the secret he had tried so hard to bury, the very one he feared would come out to the surface as he knew how much trust the people of the castle had around him and how easy it would be destroyed if Arabella had found out this secret of his and spread it as she wishes.

Almost immediately did Morpheus’s green eyes turns into slit and the co,or of green fades and return into the color of a deepen purple rage.

When Arabella saw that, she narrowed her eyes slightly. She was about to see more changes around his head but couldn’t as the next moment she was alerted by how the blood that had bound Morpheus began to snap and suddenly Morpheus could move yet again.

It wasn’t sheer will that had caused for her blood magic to be broken, it wasn’t also only his pure magical strength that had caused for him to suddenly raise his body from the ground, jumping to his feet as he suddenly disappeared before her eyes and by the time she felt a movement in the strand of her nape she turn only to find out that across the sand ground, Morpheus had returned and this time with face colored in such rage, it wasn’t eagerness to win that had fueled him to move, no, it was rather the eagerness to put her into submission and make sure that her lips would always stay quiet,

It was evident by the way his hand had moved toward her neck this time, and the sight was seen by all the other sorcerers who had suddenly flinched and looked to each other, questioning if this was normal as their lord had suddenly go all out against her, not out of the eagerness to win and receive her acknowledgement, rather it was to as if trying to put her down and prevent her to breathe.

They were all knowingly shocked at the sight but this was the fight between their master and mistress, the Lord of the castle and the witch. If they have to compare who they should obey, these sorcerers couldn’t fully tell.

The witch was the reason why they are here and their blind faith should be on her. But the witch they had served with such loyalty wasn’t actually Arabella, rather it was Circe. Regardless, they had seen Arabella as a replacement for their long lost witch.

But what about Morpheus? He was the one who stuck around all the centuries for them and so they have always trusted in his way of protecting their people, never doubting if it was wrong as they had never have the power to be able to know what was right.

Sorcerers were always lead by their head leader or their witch.

Thus, when having to choose between the two, they couldn’t move.

However they began to question whether or not this had gone too far or perhaps they were simply too weak to understand their power dynamics.

"Isn’t this... too dangerous?"

"But lady Arabella would have said something wouldn’t she?"

"Something is odd with the Lord... is he truly going all out with the lady?"

"But how could he do such magic even though he has no more magic circle to activate?"

Arabella was pushed back every second. Morpheus had moved with the speed that was inhuman and worse yet she could feel his shadow suddenly holding her captive and the only way for her to escape from the grasp of the shadow was by using light magic and though that could easily been used to blind Morpheus as well, it didn’t work well when it comes to to actually physically hurting him enough so he would stop trying to hurt her.

’She had to use both magic. Both blood magic and light magic. One of her blood magic turned as small as tiny needles that points sharply towards his eyes but despite that Morpheus marched forward as if losing an eyeball wasn’t all that frightening for him, or perhaps a part of him even didn’t mind it out of the sheer confidence that he could easily get his eyes back.

It was a confidence of someone who believes any part of his limbs was just a collateral damage he could easily lose if necessary for his need which was odd considering even healing magic wasn’t all that powerful with witches and sorcerers. They can’t grow a limb back and the magic that Morpheus always used so his people could grow a limb was a forbidden magic that could expire by time.

Then why?

Why was Morpheus so confident that even if he lose an eye he would still get them back?

Just because he didn’t want her to spill this large secret of his?

Or because another power hides in him?

Yes, that same power that he was so sure could make him win against Cassius and her.

Suddenly Arabella felt a sharp headache over her head that made her stun and the cheering from the sorcerers who were watching her all came to a stop. She wasn’t hit but she appeared to struggle with a wound in her head, holding to her forehead tightly as if someone had just stabbed her.

The pain was so raw. So raw that she could feel her eyes and nose burn and when she went to wipe whatever had dripped from her nostrils, she found blood, not only a little but a lot.

Yet before she could even gather herself from the shock, she lifted her head to find Morpheus already appeared again, smiling wide from one corner of his lips to another, spread so thinly with such eagerness that made him a complete lunatic.

"It seems that we need a deep talk after this, Arabella," he whispered before raising his hand and going deep toward her stomach. His hands were clashed so it resemble the shape of a blade, lowered and sharpened to stab her through her body which made her skin shudder before the impact.

In that half second something seemed to break inside of her as the next half second all the training ground became quiet. Not only quiet but deadly quiet as if someone had put a spell that silenced every soul in it.

But she knew she hadn’t used such magic.

The silence came from the shock of what they had seen, how the blood from every single inch of their body had suddenly fluted and Morpheus saw as his whole body was instantly pierced by the blood that had taken shape as broken shards of glass, covering all over his body including his left eye and his throat.

When Morpheus stepped back and let out a shrill scream, everyone was stunned.

They knew witches could be vicious but to actually destroy Morpheus’s eyes made them go quiet. Even Esme beside Isaac began to look at Arabella with wide eyes of horror, as if seeing a monster that had came from book to life.

Isaac himself squinted his eyes and turned away as Morpheus stumbled backward, holding to his bleeding eyes.

People thought this was already far too much to be called a "spar". Usually spars between witches are bloody, they know but after seeing what Arabella could do and how far she could go, they feared that if both of this was combined... Arabella would surely have the upper hand or worse, kill Morpheus on spot.

But their worry didn’t end there as the next second the blood moved again and Morpheus raised his hand, crushing those blood only to feel something moving from his right hand which made him to turn to his fingers, staring at it as he saw that underneath his skin his blood was bubbling as though it had been boiled.

It began to squirm around, moving in a panic as though being contained inside his body was the last thing his blood wanted and the next second, before he could even try to abolish whatever magic Arabella had done, his skin split apart and blood burst out.

Arabella lifted her green eyes, shocked at what she had done but other than shock it was pure terror and rage that had reflected her green eyes as she eyed Morpheus with a grim, heavy look on her face.

"I will not stand down for this, Morpheus. Do you truly think that just because you have practiced much longer than me that you are far stronger when compared to me?"

Morpheus didn’t answer, he couldn’t answer. He was still reeling from pain and now rage. Rage that nothing goes the way he wanted or perhaps he had lost and all to Arabella.

But perhaps her words were what struck him the most, to be reminded that he wasn’t anything stronger than her.

"A dog wouldn’t bite his mistress," Arabella reminded, "And a dog that does bite his mistress, should be taught a new lesson to learn."