As Ophelia and Drakina entered the grand hall with their armies, Zorvax awaited them, his presence commanding yet relaxed. He stood calmly, his eyes observant and calculating. The hall, vast and dimly lit, echoed with the soft shuffling of the undead soldiers.
Zorvax's gaze shifted to Kralar and Vargus, examining them with a quiet intensity. His eyes, cool and composed, took in every detail. The new sergeants stood proudly, their unique auras adding to the hall's formidable atmosphere.
Zorvax then delved into assessing their statuses, his eyes flickering over the information that only he could see. A faint smile played on his lips as he read through the details:
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[Name: Kralar]
[Position: Sergeant]
[Race: Naga Zombie]
[Tier: 3]
[Abilities:]
[1. Zombie Body]
