Just as the first rays of the sun hit the sky, Draven disappeared from the riverbank without saying a word. Morpheus didn't bother to turn his head and simply lay down on the ground covered in colourful pebbles.
He closed his eyes and spread his arms to the sides to feel that pleasant morning breeze, the growing brightness in the sky seemingly giving his skin a soft glow.
'Will I be happy after I kill that Dragon?' he asked himself, only to answer his own question the next moment. 'Of course, I will be. Isn't revenge what I have been waiting for all this time? He should face the same suffering that my people had faced. Once he loses his mate, he will be able to understand the pain of losing your most precious one, and then I will have his head and offer it to my parents' grave,' he concluded. 'Once he completes the bond with that human, I won't even hesitate to do it.'
