The battlefield lay quiet, save for the crackling of dying flames and the occasional groan of a wounded monster. On the walls of Avaloria, the defenders stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the figure descending from the sky. Relief had washed over them as they watched the monstrous horde decimated by an unknown savior, but that relief quickly turned to apprehension as they recognized the figure's approach.
As Canna floated toward them, blood-stained and emanating an aura of power, the king and his people watched with a mixture of awe and fear. The king, known for his wisdom and strength, stood silently, scrutinizing the figure. His thoughts mirrored the unspoken question in the minds of his subjects: Who was this being that had saved them, and what did he want?
