บท 88: Meeting Former Teammates

Zorvax's progression through the labyrinthine corridors of the human base was marked by an eerie silence. His footsteps, despite his size and strength, were barely audible, even to his own keen ears.

The walls surrounding him were cold, impersonal, and unwelcoming, a harsh contrast to the raging chaos outside. He moved with the grace and precision of a predator, each step calculated, every sense heightened, and every instinct sharply honed.

Navigating the dimly lit hallways, Zorvax's destination was not yet clear, but his movements were purposeful, guided by an internal compass shaped by years of survival and combat. The journey through the base was like navigating a complex puzzle, but Zorvax was undeterred, his focus unshakable.