Strax continued his journey home, riding Apocalipse. The streets were calm, the daily bustle slowing as the sun began to set. He was deep in thought, reflecting on the recent events with Xenovia and his siblings. Little did he know he was being closely watched.
In the shadows, two assassins from the guild were discreetly following him. Carlos and his master, the Black Blade, experts in blending into the environment, kept a constant watch on Strax. Carlos, with his keen eyes, exchanged quick glances with the Black Blade, whose dark eyes gleamed subtly.
"He's getting stronger," Carlos whispered, observing Strax's confident posture. "It's becoming harder to approach him without being noticed." She said, her eyes analyzing Strax's entire body. "He's much stronger..." she murmured to herself, "What an interesting man," she concluded mentally.
