Just a moment ago, everyone was looking at the couple standing before them, anticipating a divine beast to mark a female. They watched in awe as Morpheus and Ember talked with each other.
"Do you trust me?" they heard Morpheus ask Ember, to which she nodded, "I do."
"It will hurt, but I know you are strong enough to endure it."
Everyone held their breath, expecting him to sink his teeth into his mate's flesh.
Morpheus looked at her beautiful face, her eyes meeting his. His right hand, which had moved her hair behind her shoulder, now held a beautiful golden feather. It shone beautifully like a divine artifact, the end of its stalk pointed. Ember could hardly take a proper look at it when his hand moved, and he stabbed the pointed end of the feather into her heart, making her groan in the immense pain she had ever felt.
