As Ophelia and Drakina made their way back to Zovania, the towering citadel cast an imposing shadow over the land.
The grand hall, where Zorvax awaited, was bathed in a dim, eerie light that accentuated the throne's imposing design. Zorvax, seated in his throne, exuded a sense of power and control, his gaze piercing as he observed his generals' approach.
Upon their entry, Zorvax's voice filled the hall, resonating with authority, "Have you successfully bolstered our ranks with capable soldiers and sergeants?"
Ophelia, with a graceful stride, stepped forward confidently. Her posture was upright, her expression one of pride and accomplishment. "Indeed, my lord," she began, her voice clear and assertive.
"I have added seventy more wolf zombie soldiers to our ranks." She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "This brings the total count under my command to one sergeant and a hundred soldiers."
