Strax had left the arena and immediately ran to check on Beatrice. His entire body was aching, bloodstains covered him, and even the healed wounds still hurt. Was this a problem? Of course not. He just ignored all that and headed home. He had many thoughts, but finally, his mind was clear.
The insatiable thirst for blood had vanished, his mind was calmer, and he didn't regret anything, not even killing his brothers. It might seem cold to take three lives in such a manner, and not even feel sad. Especially for someone who had never killed a human before.
But Strax... didn't care.
It didn't matter to him; it never did.
When he arrived home, the first thing he saw was his wives. Samira and Monica looked at him, almost crying, and ran to hug him tightly.
