Zorvax's eyes scanned the desolate landscape, tracing the path the humans had taken with Ophelia. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to guess where they might have taken her.
He then turned to the man who lay defeated on the ground, a flicker of recognition lighting up in his eyes. "I know you," Zorvax muttered under his breath. A memory flashed in his mind – this was the same man whose ID he had swiped to sneak into the human camp.
A deep frown etched itself across Zorvax's brow as he stood over the defeated man. He knelt down, his eyes studying the man's powerful physique. "How did you get this strong?" he mumbled to himself, his voice tinged with both curiosity and suspicion.