Draven's task to become a pirate

As Draven followed Victoria, his thoughts churned with his own plans and calculations. The airship awaiting them wasn't as imposing as his own vessel, "The Sword," nor did it boast an array of cannons. Instead, its compact design housed three engines and a sleek curvature, designed for speed rather than brute force.

As he ascended the rampway and entered the ship, Draven's gaze fell upon a short man with black hair standing behind a glass table. Behind him, a board displayed an assortment of drawings and images.

Draven instinctively pulled his hood lower, partially concealing his features. The higher-ups of the UFH recognized him when they stripped him of his powers and banished him to the void prison.

"You must be the reaper," the short-haired man stated calmly.

"Your handler. You can address him as Handler," Victoria interjected, joining the man by the table.

Draven remained silent, taking in the room's atmosphere.