After the confrontation ended with both adversaries defeated, Zorvax stood tall, a sense of quiet triumph in his posture. He had navigated the tense situation with remarkable skill and efficiency.
Ophelia, walking up to him, had an expression that mixed admiration with a touch of relief. "You handled them more easily than I expected," she observed, her voice reflecting her respect for his growing prowess. "And you're adapting to that bionic suit really well." She glanced at him, noting how seamlessly he moved, the bionic integration enhancing his natural abilities.
Zorvax offered a modest smile, acknowledging her words with a nod. "It's starting to feel natural," he admitted, a tone of satisfaction in his voice. His smile widened, a sign of his increasing confidence in his bionic capabilities.
