The cloaked man staggered back, his confidence wavering as Draven's cold, unyielding gaze bore into him. It was as though the air itself had grown heavier, the entire chamber submitting to the weight of Draven's presence. Panic flickered in the cloaked man's eyes for a moment before his instincts kicked in. With a sharp motion, he flicked his wrist, and the bound man in Draven's grip was yanked toward him by a thread of magic.
Draven didn't resist. Instead, with a flick of his own hand, he hurled the captive forward with such force that the man's body collided with the cloaked figure, throwing him off balance. The cloaked man snarled and, without hesitation, summoned a surge of green flames. The captive's scream was cut short as the flames consumed him, leaving nothing but ash. The cloaked man sneered, venom dripping from his voice. "This is far from over."
