While the Shadowmires ran the darkness—like, managed it, distributed it, sat in the backroom with cigars and said "this goes here, that goes there"—the Dravens? They were the darkness behind the darkness. The real shit.
The stuff even shadows didn't like to whisper about.
Philosophically?
If the Shadowmires were the chaos dealers, the ones who stirred the night and made sure the blood kept moving quietly through society's cracks, then the Dravens sat above that—guardians of the balance itself. Not to stop darkness. But to make sure it didn't leak into places it wasn't meant to.
That was the job of the Shadow Army.
The Dravens weren't just enforcers. They were the line. The code. The reset button.
