Draven on the holy grounds

Three days had passed since the massacre on Viran Isle, and Draven found himself inside his warship sword, soaring towards the secluded Nailan mountains. The ship resembled a majestic black eagle, gracefully gliding through the fluffy clouds above. Inside the vessel, Draven was in a deep slumber. After Margoth had consumed the souls of fifty-seven inmates, Draven had returned to the ship and slept uninterrupted for three days.

Meanwhile, Sarah diligently attended to her duties, checking on Draven regularly and skillfully piloting the ship towards the safety of Nailan mountains. Seated in her captain's chair, she was focused on the ship's controls when she suddenly heard a low growl coming from the floor. Reacting swiftly, Sarah tapped a few buttons on the console and hurried over to where Draven lay.

"You're waking up, finally," Sarah remarked, looking relieved to see Draven stirring.