The entire day, Morpheus was busy building the nest, while Ember tried her best not to peek at it. But by noon, she failed to keep her resolve.
She sneaked into her study and stood by the window behind her work desk, which allowed her a view of the balcony and the gigantic tree.
Hiding herself, only her face—up to her beautiful, mischievous-looking eyes—was visible behind the window. She caught a glimpse of the nest, but due to the thick branches hiding it, she couldn't see it clearly.
Tsk! Not clear, she frowned. But where is Morph? Why can't I see him? Has he gone to collect wood to build the nest? Let me take a look.
Just as she thought this, she spotted a winged figure circling the tree—Morpheus. His beautiful, majestic gold wings were spread to their fullest, his entire body surrounded by a golden shimmer, radiating the sheer power he possessed. His arms were wide open as if summoning his powers, his eyes locked onto the tree as he used his powers to build the nest.
