In the expansive and ornate hall of the citadel, Zorvax's question about their next move hung in the air, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of anticipation and gravity. The silence that followed seemed to amplify the grandeur and solemnity of their surroundings.
Drakina, ever the stoic and composed figure, was the one to break the silence. She stood straight, her expression unchanging, yet her voice carried a clear and firm conviction. "Our first priority should be to bolster our army," she stated in a tone that brooked no argument.
"At present, our forces consist of Ophelia and myself as Generals, Blackie as the Sergeant, and a mere thirty wolf zombies as soldiers. This is far too few for the defense and operation of this citadel."