Canna retreated to his resting spot in the dungeon, seeking a moment of peace amidst the dimly lit walls. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, mainly focused on Tonitrum's unsettling proposal. He couldn't deny it was a fast track to gathering a large number of souls. As the echoes of the recent battle faded, he summoned Mortem to discuss the dragon's suggestion.
"Master, what do you think of Tonitrum's plan?" Mortem asked, his voice as cold and detached as always.
Canna sighed, feeling the weight of his decision. "I needed another perspective, Mortem. What do you think about gathering souls through war and slaughter?"
Mortem's eyes glowed with an eerie light. "Well, of course, Master. It should bring them eternal happiness knowing that even in their death, they have served their purpose."
