Zorvax walked through the dimly lit corridors of the base, his steps echoing in the silent halls. The weight of his recent encounter with his former teammates hung heavily in the air, but it did little to sway his determined stride. He was focused solely on one goal – to save Ophelia.
In his mind, the demise of Brock and Sera was a closed chapter. They were part of a past life, a life that had ended the moment he was betrayed and left for dead. "They were just former teammates," Zorvax thought to himself, his expression impassive. "The moment I died, our connection ended."
As he navigated the labyrinthine base, Zorvax's thoughts were on Ophelia. His resolve to save her was unwavering. He recalled the moments they had shared, the bond that had formed between them – a bond that, unlike the ones with his former teammates, had grown stronger over time.