Strax moved calmly, his firm footsteps echoing in the corridor as he headed toward the garden. The surroundings were peaceful, but he could feel the growing pressure of the moment. Diana had given him the mission to scout Barak's convoy, and although it seemed simple in his mind, there was more at stake. The tension in her words still hung in the air. And then there was the issue of Kryssia, though he disliked getting involved in personal matters, something in his chest wouldn't allow him to remain indifferent.
As he passed through one of the hallways, he was interrupted by Xenovia, who stood there, visibly nervous. She watched him with a grave expression, and Strax knew what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth.
"If you find Kryssia..." Xenovia began, her voice trembling and eyes pleading. "Please, save her."
