Five months had passed since the successful relocation of the Sylphirs to the sanctuary. The once barren lands of the Amazon were now teeming with life, thanks to the combined efforts of the Verdant Wardens and the newly arrived Sylphirs. The forest added by the Sylphirs had brought an entirely new layer of beauty and magic to the sanctuary. The towering trees, with their ethereal glow and whispering leaves, gave the sanctuary an almost otherworldly atmosphere. Canna stood at the edge of the new forest, gazing at the sea of trees that stretched out before him, a sense of pride swelling in his chest.