The clearing in the forest, once filled with the tension of the impending battle, had now settled into a quiet calm. The remaining wolves, having witnessed the demise of their alpha at the hands of Zorvax, began to retreat, their steps hesitant and subdued. The balance of power had shifted unmistakably.
Zorvax watched them go, a small, satisfied smile on his lips. His posture was relaxed, but there was a sense of alertness about him, a readiness for any further challenges that might arise.
Ophelia, who had been observing the scene from a safe distance, approached Zorvax with a look of admiration in her eyes. "Wow, you are so strong," she remarked, her tone laced with a mixture of awe and relief.
Zorvax turned to face her, his smile widening slightly. "They were just too weak," he responded, his voice carrying a note of confidence. It was a simple statement, but it spoke volumes about his capabilities and the level of his evolution.
