The sun had already begun to set behind the ruins of the tournament, casting an orange glow over the devastated field.
Strax walked in silence, his expression calm, almost bored, as he carried Lilith slung over his shoulder—as if she were a simple sack of potatoes.
The woman, still semi-conscious, struggled occasionally, making muffled sounds due to the energy chains that bound her.
Samira, at his side, watched everything with an arched eyebrow and a mixture of curiosity and boredom.
"Are you going to keep carrying her like this?" he asked, crossing his arms. "You know you look like a kidnapper at a fair, right?"
Strax didn't answer immediately. He simply adjusted the load on his shoulder and continued walking through the now-deserted streets of the arena.
