In the expansive and dimly lit hall of Zovania Citadel, the departure of the sergeants left an echoing silence, punctuated only by the faint sound of their retreating steps. Zorvax, seated in his grand throne, watched as his two most trusted generals, Drakina and Ophelia, remained.
The room, with its towering ceilings and shadowy corners, seemed to absorb their presence, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and anticipation.
Zorvax, with a subtle but commanding gesture, beckoned them closer. "Approach," he said, his voice a blend of calm authority and underlying power.
Drakina and Ophelia moved towards him, their strides reflecting their distinct personalities. Drakina, embodying her stoic and controlled nature, walked with deliberate and measured steps, her movements precise and graceful. In contrast, Ophelia glided forward with a more fluid, almost playful grace, her steps light and seemingly carefree.