Death Land

Zorvax and Ophelia wandered through the dense, verdant forest, their pace leisurely and eyes keenly observing the surroundings. The rustling leaves and distant bird calls formed a natural symphony around them. As they delved deeper into the forest, Zorvax halted abruptly, a certain alertness in his posture. He raised his head, sniffing the air. "Do you feel that, Ophelia?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and recognition.

Ophelia, attuned to Zorvax's reactions, paused and focused, sensing the subtle shift in the atmosphere. "Yes, there's definitely something... unique about this place," she responded, her voice tinged with wonder, mirroring Zorvax's inquisitive tone. She looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the distinct aura.