Brock turned to Sera, his face etched with a mix of resolve and resignation. "The Zorvax we once knew is no more," he stated, his voice low and steady. His eyes, once filled with the camaraderie of shared battles, now held a grim acceptance of the situation.
"We better kill him here, or else..." Brock's voice trailed off, the weight of his unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. The implication of what an unchecked Zorvax might do was clear and ominous.
Sera, standing beside him, nodded slowly, her expression torn between duty and the remnants of a past friendship. "I never thought it would come to this," she whispered, her voice laced with conflict.
Zorvax watched them, his expression unreadable. "So, you've decided," he said, his voice cool and detached.
Brock clenched his fists, the hum of his bionic enhancements growing louder. "It's not a decision we make lightly," he replied, his jaw set in determination. "But you've left us no choice."
