Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

Chapter 156: Ophelia and Drakina’s First Mission

In the expansive and ornate hall of the citadel, Zorvax’s question about their next move hung in the air, imbuing the atmosphere with a sense of anticipation and gravity. The silence that followed seemed to amplify the grandeur and solemnity of their surroundings.

Drakina, ever the stoic and composed figure, was the one to break the silence. She stood straight, her expression unchanging, yet her voice carried a clear and firm conviction. "Our first priority should be to bolster our army," she stated in a tone that brooked no argument.

"At present, our forces consist of Ophelia and myself as Generals, Blackie as the Sergeant, and a mere thirty wolf zombies as soldiers. This is far too few for the defense and operation of this citadel."

Ophelia, reflecting on Drakina’s words, stepped closer, her face thoughtful and her eyes sharp with strategic planning. "She’s absolutely right," Ophelia concurred, her voice carrying the weight of her experience and tactical acumen. "To hold our ground and extend our influence, a stronger, larger force is essential."

Zorvax, seated majestically on his throne, listened intently, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. He was fully aware of the importance of a powerful army in their quest for dominance.

Deciding to gather more information, he raised his hand, and with a subtle gesture, summoned the system interface. "System, is it possible for others besides me to summon soldiers or sergeants?" he asked, his deep voice resonating around the hall, echoing off the high ceilings and stone walls.

The system interface sprang to life, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit hall. Its digital display provided the answer in clear, concise terms:

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[Only individuals with the rank of General possess the ability to assess corpse quality and perform summonings of sergeants and soldiers]

[Limitation per General: Maximum of 10 sergeants and 1000 soldiers can be summoned]

[Current Status - General Drakina: No summons completed; summoning capability is fully available]

[Current Status - General Ophelia: 1 sergeant and 30 soldiers already summoned; remaining summoning capacity - 9 sergeants and 970 soldiers]

[Note: Ranks of Sergeant and Soldier do not have summoning capabilities]

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A small but telling smile crept onto Zorvax’s lips as he absorbed the information from the system. He turned to face Ophelia and Drakina, his posture relaxed yet commanding, indicating his readiness to impart this strategic knowledge.

"Both of you are also capable of summoning sergeants and soldiers," he announced, his voice steady, laced with a hint of satisfaction at this newfound strategic advantage.

Ophelia’s eyes sparkled with understanding and anticipation. A knowing smile spread across her face, mirroring Zorvax’s own.

She nodded confidently, her mind already racing with the tactical opportunities this ability would provide. "This will significantly enhance our strategic capabilities," she said, her voice tinged with excitement.

Drakina, standing beside Ophelia, contrasted sharply with her companion’s response. She remained silent, her face a mask of stoicism. Yet, her upright posture and the attentive tilt of her head indicated her readiness to learn and engage with this new aspect of her existence.

Though expressionless, her eyes held a glimmer of understanding, reflecting her acceptance of the responsibilities that came with her role.

Zorvax then turned to Drakina, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Drakina, as of now, your slots for sergeants and soldiers are vacant," he stated firmly. The tone of his voice was instructive, clearly outlining the immediate tasks at hand.

Drakina, her face expressionless yet attentive, listened intently. Though she remained silent, her eyes briefly flickered, a subtle sign of her processing the information.

Zorvax then shifted his gaze to Ophelia. "And Ophelia, you have the capacity to summon up to nine more sergeants and 970 more soldiers." His voice held a note of expectation, confident in her ability to fulfill this task.

Ophelia, standing tall and composed, nodded in acknowledgment. Her mind was already running through her list of current summons - Blackie as her Sergeant and the thirty wolf zombie soldiers under her command. "Understood," she responded crisply, her voice reflecting her readiness to expand their forces.

Zorvax, satisfied with their reactions, continued with his directive. "Drakina, you’ll accompany Ophelia to recruit and summon your own army. Ophelia, I trust you’ll guide her through the summoning process."

Ophelia, turning towards Drakina, had a determined glint in her eyes. "Let’s go get ourselves more underlings," she declared assertively, standing tall with a confident poise. Her voice carried a mix of command and anticipation for the task ahead.

Drakina, in her usual silent manner, responded with a subtle nod. Her expression remained impassive, but there was an unmistakable alertness in her posture. She shifted her weight slightly, readying herself to follow Ophelia’s lead. Despite her quiet nature, Drakina’s every movement conveyed a sense of purpose and unspoken agreement with Ophelia’s plan.

As they began walking towards the exit of the grand hall, Ophelia’s stride was decisive and strong, each step echoing her leadership qualities. She glanced back at Drakina, ensuring her companion was keeping pace.

Drakina followed gracefully, her movements fluid yet imbued with power. She was the embodiment of silent strength, her presence alone commanding respect.

Ophelia, noticing Drakina’s silent but attentive demeanor, decided to initiate some dialogue. "We’ll need to find high-quality corpses for your summons," she said, looking over her shoulder at Drakina. "Any preferences on the type of soldiers or sergeants you’d like?"

Drakina’s response was a quiet one, but her voice carried a certain depth. "Strength and loyalty are what matter," she said simply, her tone even but firm.

Ophelia nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips at Drakina’s straightforward approach. "Strength and loyalty it is," she affirmed. "We’ll make a formidable team, you and I."

Their contrasting personalities were evident as they walked side by side – Ophelia, vibrant and full of life, and Drakina, serene and enigmatic. Yet, there was a palpable sense of harmony between them, a shared understanding of their mutual goals.

From his position on the throne, Zorvax observed their departure. His expression was one of mild approval and confidence in their abilities. He gave a slight nod as they disappeared from view, signaling his trust in their mission.

Turning back to face the expanse of the grand hall, Zorvax’s gaze became contemplative. With Ophelia and Drakina on their mission to expand their forces, he knew they were stepping closer to solidifying their power in the Death Land. His mind was already racing through the strategies and plans they would need to implement next, the wheels of ambition turning steadily in his thoughts.