The night had fallen, casting a peaceful silence over the marshlands that had been full of chaos only hours earlier. Sanctuary warriors, who had battled relentlessly through waves of marsh monsters, finally let exhaustion overtake them. They were spent, their energy reserves depleted after the seemingly endless combat. When Canna reappeared at the battlefield, he was met with nothing but the sight of monster corpses strewn across the ground in all directions. It was a surreal contrast to the once untamable, dangerous marsh that he had known.
His people had done a thorough job. The marsh, once alive with the eerie sounds of creatures lurking in its depths, was now unnervingly still. Not a single threat remained standing. For the first time, Canna could observe the stillness of the marsh without the background noise of monsters lurking, howling, or scurrying. It was as if the land itself had taken a breath, basking in the temporary peace.
