Silas advanced forward, his cold, piercing gaze locked onto Ozivox, who knelt in the snow, panting heavily, his trembling body barely holding itself upright. The once formidable mutant now seemed utterly defeated, his strength drained and his aura diminished. Silas raised a hand, his expression void of empathy or hesitation.
At his silent command, two shadowy creatures emerged from the darkness, their movements smooth yet terrifyingly precise.
Without a word, the creatures appeared behind Ozivox, grabbing him with their clawed hands. They lifted him effortlessly off the icy ground, dragging his weakened form closer to Silas. The snow beneath their feet crunched loudly as Ozivox's limp body was forced forward. The creatures shoved him onto his knees directly in front of Silas, whose boots remained firmly planted in the snow, a dark figure of authority and power.