Canna stepped inside the Silver Wolf Clan base, and immediately, all eyes were drawn to him. The room grew quieter, a ripple of unease passing through the gathered crowd. His presence commanded attention, not just because of his white robes and regal air, but because of the power that emanated from him.
"I'm looking for your master," Canna spoke with tired eyes, his voice calm yet firm, as if he was making a request that required no refusal.
At first, the room was filled with silence, followed by bursts of laughter. The tension broke, and one of the men—a hulking figure with bulging muscles—stepped forward, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Oi, stranger, you don't just come in here demanding our master. There are protocols—"
