Later the next day...

Draven stumbles back to his doorstep just after the sun has fallen with Crowe currently taking items from his pets.

Crowe: "Though you had kicked the bucket."

Draven's body still hasn't fully recovered physically and emotionally.

Draven: "(menacingly) It just took a while."

Draven passes by Crowe as he gives off an aura of guilt.

Crowe: "Don't blame me for feeling like you lost after your third attack. You're my only source of income."

Draven stops for a moment.

Draven: "Sounds like you don't know half the story."

Draven walks inside.

Crowe: "What happened to him?"

A crow pecks his neck as the doors close behind Draven.

Crowe: "What happened?"

A few hours later...

Draven sits down on his battered throne, the moonlight glaring directly at the seat.

Draven: "(in head) I'm sorry Angelos. I knew that it would've happened eventually."

His eyes are beginning to drift as he drops his weapon.

Draven: "(mumbling) It'll only get harder from here."

Draven falls into a deep sleep.

One hour later...

Morayne appears in Draven's room in her light and wearing a two large, metallic claws while not awakening him in the process.

Morayne: "(yawning) You won't want to sleep for much longer you traitor."

She places her hand of his forehead, giving off a pink light.

Morayne: "(menacingly) No one enters my dream and lives to tell the tale."

She removes her hand and sits just behind the throne.

Morayne: "(menacingly) My dreams are their own reality."

She passes out against the throne, seemingly already using her power to put Draven in mortal danger already...