Draven was following the pull he felt within Mount Aramis, guiding him deeper into the mountain where the divine energy was growing stronger—beyond what one could truly endure.
The path he walked on was engulfed in snowstorms, yet he continued forward despite the opposing force. The wind was fierce, and particles of snow had begun to accumulate on him.
All of a sudden, something happened—he fell to his knees. His hands clutched his chest as he struggled to breathe. There was a pain in his heart that was unbearable.
"Ember…" he mumbled with a pained groan.
He understood that Ember had awakened her powers somehow—and if that had happened, it meant something had hurt her deeply enough to unleash her rage. He could feel her angry, destructive emotions as if she wished to destroy everything in existence.
He regretted leaving her alone. 'I need to return to her.'
