Draven and Sygvar located a stairwell and ascended the stairs to the highest floor. They arrived at the top level of the building. A door marked with red paint that said 'Emergency Exit' was in front of them. Draven pushed against the door; for some reason, it was heavy. He channelled a bit of Essence and the door gave way.

Neon-purple lights bathed Draven and the rest of the stairwell behind him when the door opened. The stench of drugs, alcohol, sweat, and musk filled his nostrils almost instantly. A thick haze obscures the room before Draven. He stepped inside, waving his hand to clear the smoke from his vision. His eyes adjusted to the smoke and light show inside. Men and women in skimpy clothes danced on poles while circles of rebels threw money at them. Techno music played in the background, shaking the ground beneath his feet with their base. Draven instantly felt like he was back in Club Love.

"What the fuck!" A red-faced man jumped in front of Draven's face. "You knocked me over! Why don't you use the regular entrance like everyone else." The man was angry. He then stopped for a second and looked Draven up and down. "Who the fuck are you? I never sent you before." He then looked towards Sygvar as he stepped onto the top floor of the warehouse. "And I don't recognize you either."

The angry man whistled, "Cut the music!" He yelled. The music turned off, and everyone turned to stare at the man. "Does anyone recognize these two!" He turned to look around the room. When no one responded, he turned back to Draven and Sygvar with suspension in his eyes. He drew the pistol on his hip and pointed it at Draven's head. "Who the fuck are you two, and what are you doing here!" The other rebels around them responded similarly, each drawing their own weapon.

Draven smirked, and Essence surged through his body. His perception of time slowed to a crawl. With superhuman speed, he grabbed the man's gun and pulled it free. At the same time, he drew his sword and placed it at the man's neck.

"Drop the fucking sword!" One of the other rebels yelled. "You're surrounded!"

Sygvar stepped around Draven and his hostage. He raised his hands, "We mean you no harm. We have come to negotiate with your leaders!" Sygvar quickly shouted.

"Then tell him to release Kith," a rebel with an eye patch and neon green hair highlights stepped forward.

"I don't think so," Draven said. Then he grabbed Kith's arm and pulled the man towards him, turning Kith around. He placed his sword on Kith's neck and used his other hand to keep Kith pinned to him. "That's better."

A vein throbbed on the head of the eye patch-wearing rebel. He pulled his gun out and pointed it at Draven. "Who the fuck do you think you're messing with? Do you know where you are?"

Draven nodded, "Yes, an illegal gathering of terrorists."

Kith started to laugh, "Logan, just shoot this dipshit in the head."

Sygvar got between Draven and Logan before the man could pull the trigger. "Could we please just speak with Pami and Mydren. We have a proposition that I'm sure your leaders would be interested in."

"Hey, I've seen them before," A woman with black hair stepped out of the crowd. Bangs covered her forehead, and a ponytail hung from her head. She was small, no taller than five feet. She was wearing tight, form-fitting clothes, revealing the athletic muscle she had on below.

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She marched up to Logan, standing just behind him as she scanned Sygvar and Draven.

Sygvar smiled, "I've never met you in my life. You must be mistaken."

"No, I don't forget a face." She tapped her finger on her lips, Looking up in thought. Her eyes locked on Sygvar, and a fire of anger began to roar behind her light green eyes. "They're the Al'Manti that attacked Club Love! They're the ones who killed Arken and Eron!"

The gathered rebels erupted in chat at the revelation. The anger Draven was feeling from the crowd through the Weave intensified. "Master, I think you should draw your sword now."

Sygvar turned around, "Draven, you can't solve everything with vio-" Sygvar dodged to the left. Avoiding the knife of the woman who had just been standing next to Logan. He cycles Essence around his body. His eyes and Sygvaldry tattoos become blazing beacons of light. He chopped the woman's hand, forcing her to drop her knife. He then punched her in the gut, sending her flying into the air, into the crowd of rebels.

"I told you so," Draven said as he hit Kith on the chin, knocking the rebel out.

"Shut up," Sygvar drew his sword as he faced the mob of rebels.

"I told you so," Draven said as he hit Kith on the chin, knocking the rebel out.

"Shut up," Sygvar drew his sword as he faced the mob of rebels.

Essence flowed through Draven's meridians, setting his eyes and Sygaldry on fire with its blue glow. He ran at Logan, his footsteps cracking the floor beneath him. Draven grabbed Logan's gun and crushed it. He kicked the man in the side, sending him crashing to a wall.

"Shoot them," one of the rebels yelled and then fired their gun at Draven and Sygvar.

Essence flowed into his sword, and the Sygvaldry along his blade glowed blue. He defected most of the bullet fire coming his way. While he set one of his minds to the task of deflecting the rest with Kinetic shields.

Draven sprinted into the crowd of rebels and forced his blade to become dull. He then started hitting the rebels, knocking them out with his sword. One by one, they fell as Draven zoomed through them. Slowly, their numbers dwindled. They had to stop shooting their guns lest they hit each other.

"Stand back," a powerful feminine voice shouted. The rebels around Draven and Sygvar pushed back. A Pami, Mydren, and a squad of five mystics came into Draven's view. The rebels around them soluted Pami in unison. Pami pointed towards Draven and Sygvar, "Capture them."

Mydren smiled, "With Pleasure." He pulled out two war axes from his sign, both covered in Sygaldry. The glow of Essence surged from his eyes, and the Sygaldry covered his body and axes. His muscles swelled, his skin turned red, his eyes turned into two black abyss, and his hair grew.

He ran at Draven, the ground cracking under each of his steps. He was fast, appearing in front of Draven in an instant. He swung his axes, and Draven lifted his sword just in time to block. The blow stung Draven's hands and made them go numb. He was blown back and used telekinetic spikes to keep himself from flying into the air.

Sygvar sprinted past Draven, his body turning golden metallic with his signature soul matrix. He blocked Mydren's attack, parrying his axe and elbowing the red giant in the jaw.

Mydren's head snapped back from the blow. He turned back to face Sygvar, smiling as blood coated his teeth and leaked from his mouth. "That's what I'm talking about!" He pulled back his arm. The muscles along his arm growing and pulsating. The air cracked as he slammed his arm down.

Sygvar blocked the blow. His feet sunk into the concrete floor below him.

Draven's tactile kinetic forcefield emerges from his body and coats him in a semi-invisible energy armor. He wields himself to fly towards the five mystics coming to assist Mydren. He collides with them, knocking two over while the other three dodge.

Draven landed hard on one of the Mystics, a man with white hair. The concrete floor cracked under him. Draven channeled kinetic energy into his sword and swung toward the man under him.

A punch sent Draven off the white-haired man, making him strike the concrete floor. He looked up, finding one of the other mystics helping up the white-haired man. This one was a short woman dressed in a full-body black suit covering her body except for her eyes.

Draven's head turned towards a large amount of Essence being channeled. His eyes locked onto Pami, her body radiating Essence as she Weaved the Threads of the Weave into a spell aimed at Draven.