The forest was no longer the same after what had happened, for the path opened by Strax's flames remained a living scar cutting through the vegetation, with charred trees and the still-warm ground slowly breathing thin vapors that rose like silent ghosts.
Strax walked slowly along that trail of destruction, not out of caution, but because his mind was too occupied analyzing something far more interesting than any external threat that might arise at that moment.
The small silver creature followed beside him, its light steps contrasting with the weight of his presence, as if it existed at a different pace from the rest of the world, something that was beginning to subtly disturb his logic.
Albedo followed closely behind, attentively observing every small movement of the creature, while Shura circled further away, keeping her senses sharp like a natural sentinel who still didn't fully trust it.
