A Pact with the Celestial

In the depths of despair, as Draven's very essence unraveled, a soothing and ethereal voice called out to him—a voice he recognized as Lillibith, the benevolent Celestial who despised evil.

"Draven," she whispered, "I can offer you a chance at redemption."

Draven seized the offer without hesitation, his soul coalescing into existence once more. He had been given a second chance, an opportunity to rewrite the course of his destiny. With newfound purpose, he embarked on his second journey as the hero who had once saved the world, guided by the celestial blessings of Lillibith.

The medieval world around him had not changed, but he had—a fusion of hero and harbinger, wielding both darkness and light. As he retraced the familiar steps of his previous adventure, he could feel the benevolent power of Lillibith coursing through him, granting him strength and abilities far beyond what he had possessed before.

His encounters with monsters and challenges that had once seemed insurmountable now felt like child's play. He tore through them with a ruthless efficiency that sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed his deeds.

But his true targets were his former companions, the ones who had betrayed him. Draven tracked them down, one by one, and confronted them with a cold and vengeful heart. They were taken aback by the light that now emanated from him, their fear palpable. He reveled in their terror as he made them pay for their treachery.

One by one, he exacted his revenge. Their pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as he showed them no more kindness than they had shown him. He watched the fear drain from their eyes as he struck them down, one after another. It was a brutal and merciless path he had chosen, but he felt no remorse. They had betrayed him when he had given everything for their sake, and now they would face the consequences of their actions.