After two long weeks of constant travel, relying solely on mana potions and his natural recovery, Canna finally spotted the distant horizon of the Forbidden Lands. His body was drained—his mana reserves were completely depleted, and his energy was low.
Mentally, he felt the weight of exhaustion, accumulated from weeks of pushing forward without a break. Though as a great transcendent, Canna could endure months or even years without sleep, the constant travel had worn on him. Now, the sight of the Forbidden Lands brought a sense of relief, but he knew that he wasn't in a rush. Noctis had already begun mapping out the best location for their clan base, and the plans were underway.
