Zorvax's journey brought him closer to the human camp where Ophelia was held captive. He paused for a moment, not far from the camp's perimeter, concealed by the ruins of a crumbled building. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the area, assessing the situation.
He opened his system again, hoping against hope that he was close enough this time. He tapped on Ophelia's name, his finger hovering over the summon option.
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[The target was too far away]
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The message was the same: a blunt reminder of his current limitation. Zorvax's expression hardened with frustration. "Still too far," he grumbled, his voice a low growl of annoyance.
He knew he needed to get closer, but how close was close enough? The uncertainty nagged at him. With a shake of his head, Zorvax pushed the thought aside. "No use guessing," he decided, his tone now resolute. "I'll just have to get as close as I can."
