As Draven approached, wearing a loose white shirt and an eye patch, Sarah's eyes widened in shock. She immediately came to his side, her fingers gently cupping his face.
"What the hell happened?" Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and concern.
"Deathstalker," Draven replied simply.
Sarah's eyes widened even further in shock. "Deathstalker? I thought you killed him," she said, her disbelief evident.
"Apparently not," Draven sighed, gesturing for her to lead the way into the UFH airship.
With a heavy heart, Sarah turned and walked into the ship, opening the metal door, her mind racing with questions and concern for her friend.
The interior of the UFH ship was noticeably smaller and less grand than Draven's airship, the Sword. It had a more utilitarian design, with only a few rooms and a compact cockpit.
