Zorvax and Ophelia retraced their steps through the quiet corridors of the dome, their exit as stealthy as their entrance. The ID card proved its worth once more, granting them unhindered passage through the security checkpoints. The hallways were a maze, but they navigated them with the familiarity of seasoned infiltrators.
As they walked, Zorvax's gait slowed. There was a pensive tilt to his head, signaling he was deep in thought. Ophelia noticed the change in pace and looked at him, one eyebrow raised in silent question.
He caught her gaze, a glimmer of a new plan sparking in his eyes. "It seems wasteful to leave without causing a bit of chaos," he suggested, his voice barely above a murmur.
Ophelia watched him, her stance shifting to one of readiness. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, the slight curl of her lips indicating her interest in whatever mischief Zorvax was plotting.
