A whole day had passed since Canna and his companions began their desperate search through the ruins of Avaloria. Every single person, from the mightiest of Canna's subordinates to the smallest of the Verdant Wardens, combed through the charred remnants of the once-great kingdom, hoping against hope to find some sign of life. Yet despite all their efforts, there was nothing. Not a single living soul had survived the carnage. The silence of the dead kingdom weighed heavily on everyone.
Frustration gnawed at Canna's heart like a relentless beast. He had been so sure that they could save someone—anyone—but now it seemed that all their efforts were in vain. Desperation drove him to summon Mortem's collection of undead, their spectral forms spreading out to cover even more ground in their search. Canna gave the order to scour every nook and cranny of Avaloria, leaving no stone unturned. This kingdom was vast, and he refused to leave until they had searched every last inch.
