Canna floated in a warm, dark space, enveloped by the egg's comforting embrace. The agonizing pain from drinking Tonitrum's blood had gradually transformed into a soothing warmth. Time seemed to stand still in this darkness, and he had lost all sense of how long he had been there.
Then, the darkness around him began to shift. It dissolved slowly, revealing a new scene. Instead of the endless black, Canna now faced two figures bathed in a soft, golden light—his parents, looking younger and full of life. The sight was both familiar and strange, filling him with a mixture of curiosity and wonder about what would unfold next.
"I'm telling you, Ruseigner, the hippo enclosure shouldn't be next to the fish tanks. The filtration system will be a nightmare," Mae's voice rang out with a mix of concern and determination.
