In the shadow-drenched depths of the dense forest, Blackie and Ophelia moved with a stealthiness that seemed almost otherworldly. Their figures, draped in darkness, were barely distinguishable from the nocturnal hues of the woodland. They crept closer to the unsuspecting group of five Tier 3 Ascendants, their presence as silent as the night itself.
Perched atop a lofty branch, hidden by the thick canopy, Zorvax watched the scene unfold below with an expression etched in ice-cold anticipation. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, barely visible in the dim light.
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting with a predatory sharpness. "Let's see how they handle this," he murmured under his breath, his voice a low, menacing rumble that seemed to blend with the whispers of the forest.
