Evanthe and Draven reached the healing chamber of the Witch Clan. There, Evanthe turned to Draven. "I need you to pass a part of your darkness to Zaria so she can regain strength and wake up soon. We have limited sources of darkness, and Drayce needs to stay with Arlan."
Draven's eyes darkened at the sight of the witch he had been waiting to kill for over a century.
"Contain your anger," Evanthe warned. "Killing a helpless woman is not what you want, and at this moment, she is our only hope."
Though the darkness in his eyes disagreed, Draven proceeded to transfer his darkness to Zaria. Cornelia had also given her a potion, setting aside her hatred and following Evanthe's orders.
After a while, Zaria regained consciousness. Evanthe hurried to her. "Zaria, I need your help."
Zaria weakly sat up in the bed. "I know. I want to protect her as well."
"Then tell me if you know a way to the Demon realm."