The Amazon Area was lush and vibrant, teeming with life after its complete revitalization. Canna's sanctuary, initially grand in vision, had exceeded even his expectations. Not only had the Amazon Area been restored, but the Verdant Peaks had also grown in grandeur. The peaks, with their new flora and mineral-rich mountains, now stretched higher and broader than Canna had ever anticipated, a marvel to behold.
At this moment, Canna lay reclined on a massive branch of an ancient tree in the domain of the Sylphirs. The soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, accompanied by the peaceful chirps of birds, created a serene atmosphere. Below him, the Sylphirs went about their daily lives, weaving through the trees, their soft wings humming in the air. They paid no heed to Canna, accustomed to his habit of resting in random corners of the sanctuary. It wasn't unusual to see him draped across a branch or lounging by a riverbank, lost in thought.
