Strax walked through the inner corridors of the training center with an expression that mixed resignation and exhaustion. On one shoulder, he carried Albedo as if she were a particularly angry sack of potatoes. On the other, he carried Lithara in exactly the same way. Considering that both possessed enough power to destroy entire cities, the image was absurdly ridiculous.
Neither of them seemed satisfied with this.
Albedo kept her arms crossed while staring at the floor with a sullen expression reminiscent of a child after losing an argument. Lithara, on the other hand, seemed much less bothered by the situation. In fact, she stared at the ceiling while slowly swinging one leg, like someone enjoying a leisurely stroll.
The fact that neither of them was trying to escape spoke volumes.
Especially since Strax had temporarily sealed a good portion of their strength after the fight.
It was a preventative measure.
And also a punishment.
An extremely deserved punishment.
