“I’m not gonna fall for the same trap, son of Loki,” Corinthian chuckles, tightening his grip
on Wonwoo’s throat. “You give me no choice but to kill you all.”
All of sudden, Soonyoung gasps for air as if Corinthian has his fingers around his throat
instead of Wonwoo’s. Jihoon catches him before he falls and lowers him to the ground,
“Soonyoung!”
“Wonwoo— He—”
Wonwoo is so close to death, Soonyoung wants to say the sentence. He knows it’s impossible
for demigods like them to be dead, but that doesn’t mean they have exceptions when it comes
to near death experience.
Corinthian lets out a mocking laugh, “Bye bye, little wolf.”
“Not so fast, Corinthian the Nightmare.”
The monster gets no time to step back. He’s surprised to see Wonwoo’s eyes turns misty white
and the voice that comes out from the lips isn’t his. He knows this voice.
Wonwoo grips Corinthian’s hand and twists it until the bones cracks, leaving him writhed in
pain and falls backward.
“Wonwoo?” Soonyoung squeaks out, at the same time as Corinthian grits out another name.
“Morpheus.”
The son of Hades gasps for air when he feels the power leaves his body. He lifts his head to
find a figure standing between him and Corinthian.
Morpheus is clad in a black cloak, the color is darker than the night. His pale, bony figure
might seem fragile, but all who present can feel the power he bears on his hands is way much
bigger than it looks. The Lord of Dreams, The Prince of Midnight Stories.
The creator of Nightmare himself.
“There you are, Corinthian. Been looking for you for ages,” Morpheus says.
“You— You summon him here?” Corinthian growls, staring at Wonwoo with so much hatred.
“How can you summon him?”
“He dreamt a little bit more, Corinthian. And he reached for me,” Morpheus’s voice is almost
as soft as a pillow in Wonwoo’s bed, but also echoes with power like a dream who’s ready to
snatch him when he closes his eyes. “It’s my mistake to create you. You’ve endangered both
mortals and immortals.”