As they navigated the dimly lit corridors of the human camp, urgency marked every step Zorvax and Ophelia took. Amidst the shadows and echoes of their hurried movements, a shared determination bound them together. Yet, within Ophelia, a question lingered, its weight growing heavier with each passing moment.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Ophelia turned to Zorvax, her eyes reflecting the turmoil of her thoughts. "Zorvax," she began, her voice tinged with hesitation, "about this power within you... what path will you choose now?"
Zorvax's stride slowed, his footsteps echoing softly in the corridor. He turned to face Ophelia, his expression a canvas of contemplation and uncertainty. "I... I don't know," he admitted, the truth of his words resonating in the silent corridor. The revelation of his power, its origins, and its potential had thrust upon him a burden of choices and responsibilities he never anticipated.