---Two days before Draven's real body returns---Draven's clone, the one that has been training at the dungeon of necromancy, sat alone in his private study at the Drakhan Mansion, the world outside his heavily curtained windows cloaked in nighttime silence. The flickering light from a solitary candle cast uneven shadows over the richly decorated room. Dark wood paneling stretched to the ceiling, lined with shelves that held rare books, potions, and arcane artifacts. There was a sense of antiquity, a feeling that every corner of the room carried untold secrets. The air was still, almost heavy with magic and mystery.