Draven stepped out onto the air docks attached to City Hall. Sygvar, Pami, and Mydren are just behind him. The screams and sounds of gunshots were muted outside. From what Pami told him and Sygvar, Helkith had abandoned the city. He and a band of his followers fleed into the Abyss to free the Harbinger. Raylen and his rebels were left behind and allowed to terrorize the city, purging the city of its elites against Helkith. Raylen and Helkith were allies. Raylen had released his modified Wargoths and his rebels; they were currently terrorizing the whole city.

Rebel troops surrounded Pami's hovercar. A couple of rebels were inside the vehicle, tearing it apart so that it could not fly. They shifted their attention toward Draven, Sygvar, Pami, and Mydren and fired their rifles. Sygvar erected a telekinetic shield around them just in time to stop the rain of bullets. Slowly, Sygvar began to move forward, taking the barrier with him. Draven, Pami, and Mydren followed him towards the rebels while remaining within the barrier. One of the rebels sprinted over to a plasma turret. Large green plasma bullets began to impact Sygvar's barrier, straining his concentration and forcing him to stop moving.

"Draven, go take care of that turret," Sygvar commanded.

Draven nodded and drew his sword. Essence surged out of his core and flowed to every part of his body. His eyes began to glow red, and so did the Sygaldry tattoos along his body and sword. Sygvar created an opening in the barrier, and Draven sprinted through. He gained on the rebel operating the turret. He dodged the plasma bolts that he could and allowed one of his parallel minds to block plasma bolts with well-placed kinetic barriers.

Quickly, Draven covered the distance between him and the turret. He bound the Threads of Speed, Sharpness, and Strength to his sword. While the concepts of speed, strength, and durability were bound to his body, Draven's blade cut through the barrel of the turret like butter. The rebel jumped away from the gun, and a few seconds later, it exploded. Draven rushed the frightened man and cut him in half. The buzz of an electric current in the air hissed. Draven turned to find the end of an electric staff hurtling towards him. He collapsed to the ground, allowing the weapon to sail over him. Another one hit him on the side; electricity shot through his body. Burning pain cessed his body and burnt his nerves. Draven rolled away from the weapon and shot to his feet. Two rebels dressed in sleek red exosuits built for speed and agility were before him. One wielded a staff, with each end covered in electrical energy. The other had two electric batons.

The two rebels separate and circle around Draven until they are each on opposite sides of him. Draven shifts his sword art to the third kata, one that emphasizes the balance between offense and defense. The two rebels then charge Draven from opposite sides, their armor allowing them to move beyond the speed of a normal person.

Draven waited for them to get closer, and then he jumped back. He Sympatheticly bound the two rebels to his arms and clapped his hands together, forcing the rebels to collide with each other. He sprinted forward and stabbed towards one of the rebels. The rebel reacted quickly, rolling out of the way and allowing the blade to graze the side of his torso. Draven pulled his sword free. He then condensed four force bolts and fired them at the rebels. The bolts exploded, forcing the rebels away from Draven and each other.

Both rebels slowly got to their feet. Draven rushed the dual-wielding baton rebel. He slashed down with his sword. The rebel blocked the attack with one hand. Draven's strength proved too powerful, enhanced by both Essence and the bound Thread of Strength to his body. Draven powered through, his sword pushing down the rebel's arm and sinking into the rebel's shoulder.

Pulling his sword free, Draven took another swing. This time, the rebel blocked the attack with both of his batons. He grunted, pushing Draven back, and then pushed his baton into Draven's stomach. The electricity made Draven's body stiff. Then, the rebel smacked Draven in the head with his other baton. Draven was thrown back, his head spinning from the pain. He came face to face with the other rebel. The rebel electric staff hit Draven in the leg and his sword arm. He screamed in pain as the electrical current arced through his body.

Essence converged from Draven's core. He converted it into kinetic energy and exploded it from his body. Both rebels were blown away. Draven sympathetically bound one rebel to his arm and pulled them towards him. The rebel flew towards Draven, and he stabbed the rebel in the gut. He channeled Essence into his sword and exploded kinetic force from his blade, blowing a hole in the rebel's stomach. Draven pulled his sword free and turned to face the other rebel.

The baton-wielding rebels fled for their life. Draven sympatheticly bound his hand and the head of the rebels. He then slowly balled his hand into a fist. The rebels stopped and dropped their batons. They clutched their head and screamed as their head was slowly squeezed into a ball. The screaming stopped, and Draven released his sympathetic bond, allowing the rebel to fall to the ground dead.

Draven looked over to Pami's hovercar. The rebels surrounding the vehicle were dead. Pami, Sygvar, and Mydren were both currently inside the hovercar. Pami working on repairing the damage done by the rebels. Draven sprinted over to join them, but a plasma bolt flying toward his head forced him to stop halfway. He turned around and deflected the attack.

"Hello, Draven!" Raylen said enthusiastically as he waved at Draven. Egwene stood by his side with a smirk. Both of his blood whips were out, curled around his arms. Three mystics dressed in blade robes with armor plating surrounded Raylen and Egwene.

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Hot anger began to boil within Draven, and he stared at the man who had caused the death of his family. He took a step forward and then paused. Now was not the time to act rashly. Behind him, Pami's hovercar roared to life. The four antigravity thrusts on the vehicle lifted the craft into the air.

"Draven, hurry up and get in!" Sygvar shouted from the back of the vehicle. "Don't be selfish. Your revenge can wait! Don't let your anger control you!"

Sygvar was right, Draven thought. Now was not the time to be thinking about revenge. They needed to escape. Draven turned around and continued towards the hover car.

"You coward!" Raylen said as he drew his sword. Blue Essence surged into his eyes, and lightning arced around his form. "I'm here! The man who killed your dear family! Will you let me keep living after what I've done! Will you abandon all that you stand for! Your family deserved what they got! It's a blessing that they died! Now, they don't have to see the disgrace that you've become!"

His rage won, and his Essence flared. Draven turned around, and a red aura of telekinetic energy manifested around his body. He exploded forward, denting the ground from the force of his steps. Draven was done letting Raylen live another second. Today was the day Raylen was going to die.

"Draven, no!" Sygvar bolted from the hovercar and sprinted toward Draven.

Raylen smiled, and the three mystics positioned themselves in front of him.

Draven held out his hand and released an arc of kinetic energy. The crescent-shaped red energy impacted the three black-robed rebel Mystics, bringing them to their knees. Draven went for the one wielding dual swords. He bound the concepts of Sharpness, Speed, Vibration, and to his sword. He then bound Speed, Strength, and Durability to his body. Draven's blade cut through the air directly towards the rebel's neck.

The rebel Mystic recovered and leaned back. Draven followed up with a kick enhanced with kinetic energy. The blow landed on the rebels' temple, sending their head crashing into the ground.

Danger bombarded Draven's mind. The Weave warned him of something sharp and metallic speeding towards his head from behind him. Draven leaned to the side, and the end shaft of a spear sailed past his head. Draven turned around, coming face to face with one of the black-robed Mystics. He grabbed the spear and pulled the Mystic towards him. He needed the man in the stomach, then stabbed his sword into his gut. Pulling his sword free, allowing the Mystic to bleed onto the floor.

Another burst of danger reached Draven's mind, but he was too slow to react. The metallic fist of a gauntlet impacted Draven's skull, knocking his brain against his skull and starting a raging headache in his mind. Draven shook his head, the ringing in his skull lessening. The gauntlet Mystic threw another punch at Draven, but he deflected the blow with his arm. The bones in his arm cracked from the force of the blow. Draven condensed more kinetic energy around his arms and legs.

The tip of a spear slashed Draven's hamstring, forcing him to his knee. Then the gauntlet Mystic stuck him in the face again. Once again, his head was ringed, and Draven spat out blood and teeth onto the ground. His vision was wobbly and blurry. The length of a blade sank into Draven's back and out his stomach and then was pulled out. Draven covered the wound with his hand, slowing the bleeding while another of his parallel minds worked on repairing the damage.

"Damn, Draven, why couldn't you just let it go," Sygvar arrived in front of Draven. He picked the gauntlet Mystic in the chest, sending them flying away. Golden essence condensed around Sygvar's fist, and he smashed the Spear Mystic into the ground. The sword mystics distance themselves, regrouping with Raylene.

Draven stared up at his Master, blood leaking from his mouth. He was angry and sad at the same time. He looked down in defeat. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Sygvar sighed, "Get to the hovercar, I'll cover you."

"But I can still fight." Draven struggled to his feet. His hamstring had barely healed. "Just give me a moment to heal," he said.

Sygvar stared at his disciple, anger threatening to overwhelm him. "Will you just listen for once? Go to the hovercar!"

"Okay," Draven said as he limped towards Pami's hovercar. The sound of battle began again from behind Draven. Mydren stuck out a hand to Draven and pulled him into the vehicle. Draven entered the car and turned around to look at his Master.

Sygvar was surrounded by Raylen, Egwene, and the three other mystics. He was in his golden form, but crimson blood covered his body. Most of the blood was his. Draven was worried, so he tried to get out of the hovercar to help his Master. But Mydren held him down.

Draven looked at Mydren with anger, "Let me go!"

Mydren said nothing and just kept Draven from leaving.

Draven turned back to Sygvar, "Master, hurry up, and I made already! You don't have to fight anymore!"

Sygvar turned to Draven and smiled, "Hurry and leave!" He rushed his enemies. He turned into a berserker, dishing out damage and taking it in turn. Finally, the three back-robed mystics managed to pin Sygvar to the ground.

Pami stabbed on the accelerator, and the hovercar moved away from city hall. Raylen stood over Sygvar with his sword in hand. He locked eyes with Draven and then chopped Draven's head off.

"No!" Draven thrashed in his seat as Mydren held him down. The hovercar picked up speed, leaving city hall behind.

“Turn back now!” Draven shouted from the back seat. Essence pumped around his body, healing his injuries. One of his parallel minds was using Body Supremacy to accelerate the process. Draven looked out the rear window. City Hall was getting smaller as the hovercar sped away. “We can still save him!”

“No, we can’t,” Mydren said harshly. He ran his hand through his long hair and sighed. “They cut off his head. A doctor could reattach it and revive him, but it would take too long to get his body. And there are thousands of Raylan’s forces surrounding his body. It would take an army to get his corpses.”

Draven slumped into his chair in defeat. Tears streamed from his eyes down to his cheek. He used his arm to wipe his face. “Then what do we do now,” Draven’s voice cracked with pain.

“We go into the Abyss,” Pami said from the driver's seat. We need to stop Helkith before he frees the Harbinger. If we don’t, all hope is lost, and Urith will be ruined.”

“What about your people. Don’t you two have to lead them? Are you just going to leave them for dead while Raylen kills and slaughters them?” Draven questioned.

“We already had them evacuate Urith,” Mydren laughed and waved Draven off.

“Okay then,” Draven responded. "Then let's go to the Abyss."