Zorvax and Ophelia hurried through the long, dimly lit hallway of the human camp, their footsteps echoing against the cold, metal walls. They moved swiftly, fleeing from Gamma and his forces, each step a blend of urgency and determination.
Zorvax, glancing over at Ophelia, noticed her struggle to keep up. His expression softened with concern. "I'm just glad I could save you," he said, his voice a mix of relief and worry. In the midst of the chaos and danger that enveloped them, Ophelia's safety was his paramount concern.
Ophelia, slightly out of breath but determined, nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Zorvax," she replied, her voice weak but filled with sincerity. Her gratitude extended beyond her rescue; she was thankful for the bond they had forged, a bond that had become her beacon of hope.