The invaders vs Strax

"You three... step back," Strax ordered, his voice firm yet unhurried. He studied the sealed iron door with analytical eyes, the crimson glow in his irises betraying a mix of curiosity and determination. "Can I actually pull this off...?" The question echoed in his mind as his fingers moved slowly, calculating every move.

The door before him wasn't an ordinary barrier. It was wrapped in glowing runes pulsating with intricate magical energy. Strax knew enough about sealing magic to recognize the challenge ahead. He frowned, his lips curling into a wry smile.

"No point in forcing something without understanding the basics," he murmured to himself. His mind was already formulating a plan, something practical and suited to his unique abilities. Breaking the seal head-on would be a waste of time—and energy—without detailed knowledge of sealing magic. "But... who needs to break it when I can go around it?"