As Draven witnessed the Sword plummeting towards the dense rainforest, a surge of urgency flooded his veins. Every hostile ship he engaged became a race against time, as he knew he had to reach his precious warship before the enemy closed in. The Sword was not only a symbol of his vengeance and the key to avenging his family, but it also held Sarah, the skilled pilot whose expertise had saved them from the relentless assault.
With determination burning in his eyes, Draven intensified his assault on the enemy vessels. His movements became a blur of calculated strikes, swiftly dispatching adversaries with ruthless efficiency. Each opponent he defeated brought him one step closer to the safety of his ship.
The value of the Sword could not be overstated. It was the embodiment of his power and his means to confront those who had wronged him. Its arsenal and defenses were formidable, and Sarah's piloting skills had proven time and again to be their salvation.