"This mountain is huge, beyond our imagination. I'm not sure how long it will take to search for my sword," Draven said, feeling conflicted about whether it was a good idea to go after the sword instead of going to his mate.
"Draven, it's your sword—bound to your soul," Evanthe commented. "It will pull you toward itself on its own. And don't worry about Ember. We already know they can't harm her."
"She's right, Draven," Morpheus added. "And I give you my word—I will protect her, even at the cost of my life. She won't be harmed."
Drayce and Arlan looked at him, offering him assuring gazes. "We are here to protect your mate as well."
Finally, Draven agreed and heard Evanthe say, "You are a powerful beast—and once a God of War. You will find your way. Just let your instincts guide you."
Draven hummed and disappeared from there. Since he was going to find the sword anyway, he wouldn't waste a moment and would return to his mate quickly.
