Canna sat across from Kael in the sanctuary's council room, listening intently as his trusted right hand voiced his concerns. The tension between the two was palpable, and Kael's fiery outburst echoed in the room.
"No!" Kael's voice was firm, his eyes blazing with conviction. "You don't need to start a clan, Canna! We already have everything we need with the sanctuary. It's literally a country of its own. Why would you risk compromising that by creating an outpost or a base in the outside world?"
