Canna floated in the soothing darkness, wrapped inside the egg. The intense pain from drinking Tonitrum's blood had faded into a comforting warmth. Time seemed to stand still in this serene, enveloping space.
Then, like a curtain being drawn back, the darkness dissolved to reveal a new vision. Instead of endless black, Canna was now immersed in a lush, vibrant sanctuary. He found himself surrounded by a breathtaking array of rare trees, colorful flowers, exotic plants, and unusual fruits. The scene before him was a testament to the life and work of his parents, Mae and Ruseigner.
His younger self, a small child, wandered through this vibrant sanctuary, marveling at the beauty around him. Mae and Ruseigner, youthful and energetic, guided him through the sanctuary with loving care. Canna watched with a sense of nostalgia and awe, seeing his parents' dedication and passion for their dream come to life.
