Zorvax and Ophelia ventured into the desolate expanse of the Death Land, their demeanor exuding a mix of confidence and nonchalance. "Quite the welcoming committee with all these bones," Zorvax commented, his voice dripping with dry humor and a tinge of arrogance.
Ophelia's gaze swept over the landscape, a calm, almost intrigued look on her face. "It's like stepping into a different world," she mused aloud, her tone reflecting a mix of fascination and detachment.
The further they walked, the more the bones around them seemed to come alive, trembling and rattling against one another. Ophelia watched, her eyebrow arching slightly in bemused interest. "Seems we're treading on someone's territory," she remarked casually, her voice tinged with amusement.
Zorvax glanced at her, a smirk on his face. "Let's see if the locals are hospitable," he quipped, his stride unwavering as they continued to explore the eerie land.