The kingdom of Arenthia was a cauldron of tension, its cities and villages simmering with anxiety. Word of Canna's actions had spread like wildfire, leaving a trail of fear and suspicion in its wake. The once proud kingdom now cowered in the shadow of the unknown, its people glancing over their shoulders, and its leaders locking themselves away in their fortresses, surrounded by their most trusted guards. Posters bearing Canna's image were plastered on every street corner, and whispers of his next move filled the air. But amidst the chaos, no one truly knew where the man would strike next, and that uncertainty gnawed at them all.
Far from the eyes of the terrified populace, Canna stood at the edge of his sanctuary, the portal to the domain flickering with a crimson glow behind him. He felt the weight of the mission ahead, the faces of countless children flashing in his mind. With a deep breath, he steeled himself, his resolve hardening like the edge of a blade.
