"I must admit... that's quite a curious scene..." Strax murmured, his deep voice lost between the sound of the cutting wind and the distant rustling of colossal wings. "...Frightening, but wonderful at the same time."
He was standing on a rocky ridge, his hands on his hips, observing the scene in front of him with a mixture of awe and pride. After having an intimate time with Samira that quiet morning, Strax had decided to take a brief escape from the castle. Something inside him, an instinct perhaps, had driven him to go to where his wives were
As soon as he decided to leave the castle, Frieren was waiting for him. With an enigmatic smile, she simply said... "They've gone north to the Abode of the Spirits. They're training."
Strax arched an eyebrow. "That's it? No details?"
Frieren just shrugged. "Go and see for yourself."
Now he understood the reason for the mystery.
