As Draven soared above the city, the night air rushing past him, he surveyed Veland with a critical eye. The streets, usually bustling with activity, were now eerily quiet, the result of the curfew imposed by the king. Despite his diligent search, there was no sign of criminal activities, a stark contrast to the city's past reputation.
Margoth's voice, a spectral whisper in Draven's mind, echoed this observation. "Six months ago, this kingdom was a cesspool of crime. Now, look at it. It's different, thanks to us."
Draven's response was tinged with a hard, pragmatic edge. "Every kingdom can enjoy peace if the so-called heroes stop clinging to their bullshit moral codes and do what's necessary."
At that moment, Sarah's voice came through the earpiece, Khal, a reminder of the other side of the argument. "Not everyone can take a life, even if it's a villain's. There are lines that many are unwilling or unable to cross."
