Throughout that day, Canna found himself entrenched in an endless stream of reports from his subordinates, each more detailed than the last. Despite being exhausted from his previous ordeal, Canna remained attentive, taking in all the information presented to him. It surprised him how much had transpired in his absence, and it seemed as though the sanctuary had not only survived but thrived.
First, the base was standing tall and proud. The dwarves and researchers had completed their work, securing the defenses, and bolstering the stronghold that now stood as a testament to the sanctuary's power. The warriors had grown significantly stronger, Valra's earth dome continued to shield them, and the overall morale was high. It was exactly what Canna had hoped for.
