In the vast, mysterious terrain of the Death Land, shrouded in a thick, ghostly mist, Ophelia sat astride Blackie, her posture relaxed yet commanding.
The duo led a formidable pack of 100 Dark Wolf Zombies, each moving with a synchronized, purposeful gait. Their goal was singular and clear – to scout the land and find a suitable sergeant worthy of Ophelia's summoning powers.
The mist curled and twisted around them, creating an atmosphere of ancient, hidden secrets. Ophelia's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and determination under the shadowy canopy.
Her playful smile, occasionally breaking through her otherwise focused expression, revealed her enjoyment of this adventure. Her gaze darted around the landscape, keen and searching, while her fingers gently patted Blackie's robust, shadowy fur in a rhythm that synced with their movement.
