The morning in Asgard began quietly, the sky still tinged with soft shades of blue and gold as the sun slowly rose on the horizon. The main residence remained tranquil at that hour, most of the inhabitants still sleeping after long nights or activities that stretched late into the night.
The front door opened gently and Strax stepped out into the fresh morning air, inhaling deeply as the first rays of light touched the stone courtyard in front of the house. The weather was pleasant, with a light breeze carrying the scent of grass and damp earth from the nearby gardens.
He slowly stretched his arms above his head, lengthening the muscles in his shoulders and back before beginning his morning routine. For someone like him, sleeping little had never been a problem, but keeping his body active had always been part of his nature.
