The hall of Zovania Citadel buzzed with an eerie energy, the kind that made the air itself feel alive with anticipation. Ophelia and Drakina, now Tier 4 entities, stood proudly, their newfound power almost tangible in the dimly lit room.
Ophelia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she played with a strand of her hair, her gaze shifting to Zorvax, who sat with an aura of serene authority on his Dark Throne.
"Hey Zorvax," she said in a playful tone, "Now that we're all big and strong Tier 4s, don't you think it's time our soldiers got a taste of the fun? Just picture it – a whole army of evolved zombies! The chaos would be absolutely delightful!"
Zorvax, ever the picture of calm composure, regarded her with an unchanging, contemplative expression. His fingers tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm on the armrest, echoing softly in the vast, shadowy hall.
