While Ben was busy with his investigation, a Nephirid arrived at the city gate of Vlontera.
His presence alone made people look away.
No one wanted to meet his eyes.
His entire body was covered in grayish white bone armor.
The pieces fit together with almost no gaps.
Each plate had been made from the remains of his prey.
"Are you Sir Draeven?" Zarnak asked.
He had been waiting at the gate on Elvira's orders.
"Show me the way," Draeven said.
His voice was cold and flat.
Ever since the battle with the Magus and his meeting with Ben, Draeven had grown distant.
The guilt never left him.
He had been the only survivor.
Both of his closest friends, who were like family to him, had died that day.
After that, he followed Ben's plans without question.
Revenge was all he had left.
Nothing else interested him anymore.
His days turned into a cycle of training and missions.
Even so, he still felt surprised today.
