Strax walked through the palace corridors with a completely exhausted expression. After so many problems involving Atlantis, Poseidon, the Gauntlet of Darkness, and Frieren's endless experiments, all he wanted was to spend a few hours without someone appearing with more unpleasant news.
His right arm no longer hurt as much, but that strange sensation was still there. Divine energy circulated subtly through the golden tattoos, and the small black band around his wrist felt perfectly comfortable.
Far too comfortable, considering he couldn't remove it even by ripping off his own arm.
"What a shitty week..." Strax grumbled as he finally reached his chambers.
He opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind him. The room was silent, illuminated only by the last rays of evening sunlight streaming through the enormous windows. Strax removed his coat, left it on an armchair, and walked straight to the bed.
He didn't even bother changing his clothes.
