Summary of Chapter 774: Sierra’s Desperate Words from The Devil's Betrothed
Chapter 774: Sierra’s Desperate Words marks a crucial moment in Mynovel20’s Romance novel, The Devil's Betrothed. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
Along with Snowflake, Oriana and the three dragons teleported straight back to Agartha from the Demon Realm. Since Snowflake could teleport through different realms, they didn’t have to wait for the star constellation to align and then use their powers to break through the boundaries between realms.
All of them appeared in the garden of Draven’s palace, only to be shocked by the scene before them. The palace—the once beautiful place they had left behind—was no longer the same. The grand building was severely damaged, and the garden lay in ruins, bearing the aftermath of immense destruction and unmistakable traces of a powerful force.
Someone had used divine power here—a power so strong that no supernatural being in the mortal world could possibly possess it.
"What happened here?" Oriana mumbled, her voice filled with disbelief. Draven and Drayce’s expressions darkened.
Draven’s gaze shifted toward the palace. "Ember."
Drayce closed his eyes, focusing intently. "I can’t sense Seren’s presence."
With those words, both dragons disappeared in a flash, their panic evident. Drayce had gone through check in their cottage Erebus had built at the hillside, while Draven entered the palace to check in Ember’s bedchamber.
"What’s going on?" Oriana repeated, her voice trembling with worry as she turned to Arlan, who shared the same grim expression. "Seren and Ember are in danger."
"What?" Oriana exclaimed, her eyes scanning the chaotic surroundings. "Where has everyone gone? Not even a single servant is around."
"Stay here," Arlan said firmly before disappearing as well.
Left alone, Oriana couldn’t suppress her growing unease. Unable to stay still, she decided to search the palace herself, but every hallway and chamber she checked was eerily empty—there wasn’t a trace of anyone.
After what felt like an eternity, the three dragons returned to the palace simultaneously.
"Seren is nowhere to be found," Drayce spoke, and Draven echoed the same. "Neither is Ember."
"There was an attack on the entire kingdom," Arlan said. "Someone powerful has been here. Both the witch and beast clans have suffered from the attack as well."
Though anger simmered in Draven and Drayce, and the dragons within them were restless at the disappearance of their mates, they forced themselves to remain calm.
"You all are finally back," a woman’s voice broke through the tension. Cornelia appeared before them, her face pale, her body bearing visible wounds, and exhaustion weighing heavily on her.
"Cornelia, what happened here?" Draven asked urgently. "Where are Ember and the others?"
Seeing Cornelia but not his mother, Drayce’s voice wavered as he asked, "Where’s my mother?"
With helplessness and pain etched across her face, Cornelia replied, "The angels from the Heaven Realm appeared here all of a sudden and took away Ember, Seren, and Sierra."
Draven and Drayce clenched their fists tightly, their entire beings trembling with rage. Their mates—taken?
"You have to calm down," Cornelia said firmly. "None of us know what to do right now. Please, stay calm. We need to find a way to bring them back."
Cornelia’s words seemed to pierce through their rising fury, bringing both Draven and Drayce back to their senses. If their enemies had been from the mortal realm, they would have already launched an all-out attack, but this was different. The opponents were far more powerful, and reckless actions could put their loved ones in even greater danger.
"My mother?" Drayce asked again, his voice quieter this time.
"Dr...ay..v..."
Drayce could hear her saying Dray, but it wasn’t his name. She always called him simply Dray, but there was something after it—something he couldn’t quite hear, or perhaps his mother couldn’t manage to say.
Who is she calling for help? Drayce wondered, his expression conflicted. He gently caressed her head, and she fell silent. In the most desperate situations, a person would only call for the one they believe holds the power to help, the one they knew they could rely on entirely like their protector.
Drayce could guess she was calling for someone whose name he still did not know—someone known only to him as the Devil.
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