As the night settled in, Draven stepped out of the tribe's confines, accompanied by Marcella. He was prepared to journey to the Diamond Wolf tribe and put an end to their leader, Baruga.
Emerging from the tent, Draven was joined by Marcella, who followed closely behind as his guide to the Diamond Wolf tribe.
"Are you ready?" Draven inquired, stretching his neck with a crack.
"Yes, but could we take it a bit slower?" Marcella requested, to which Draven nodded in agreement.
Extending his arm, Draven offered a place for Marcella to hold on to. With a deep breath, he unfurled his powerful wings and gave them a forceful flap, generating a shock wave that rippled through the ground. In an instant, he ascended into the sky like an arrow released from a bow. Marcella instinctively closed her eyes and gripped onto Draven's arm tightly.
