บท 177: A Gathering of Ascendants

Ophelia and Drakina trekked back to Zovania Citadel, their heavy boots echoing off the dark, ancient stones of the fortress. The towering citadel, with its imposing structure and air of mystery, stood as a testament to their power and ambitions. As they made their way through the massive gates, the eerie silence of the Citadel seemed to welcome them back.

Entering the grand hall, they found Zorvax seated upon his throne, a figure of calm authority awaiting their report. His eyes, always assessing, watched them as they approached.

"Congratulations on your victory," Zorvax greeted them, his voice even and controlled, yet there was a subtle warmth in his tone, a rare show of approval.

Ophelia's face lit up with a wide, mischievous grin. "Thanks, Zorvax! You should have seen us out there. It was quite a show!" she boasted, her hands gesturing animatedly as she recounted brief snippets of the battle.