The next day, Ace trained with renewed vigor, his conversation with Canna the night before lifting the weight that had been pressing on his heart for so long. Sometimes, all it took was having someone to talk to, someone who understood pain and loss. Now, Ace pushed himself harder than ever, determined not just to match his brother's legacy but to surpass it.
Meanwhile, Canna was back to his peculiar habit of sleeping in the dining hall. By now, the people of Clan Varran had grown used to seeing him there, stretched out across one of the long tables, seemingly oblivious to the world. At first, they found it strange, given that Canna had access to one of the best guest rooms in the clan. But time and again, he would slip away from his quarters only to return to the dining hall, making it his personal rest space.
