Canna stood at the threshold of the massive portal, the swirling vortex of energy casting an eerie light over the dark, blood-soaked dungeon. Behind him, the three legendary beings—Lumivyre, Terrorfang, and Aurelis—watched silently, their formidable presence filling the chamber with a sense of awe and reverence. The dungeon that had been their prison for countless years was now nothing more than a hollow shell, devoid of life, and its secrets plundered.
But before he could accompany them to their new home, Canna knew he had to be certain. With a final glance at the towering figures behind him entering the portal, he turned and began his last sweep of the dungeon. The walls echoed with the sound of his footsteps as he moved through the darkened corridors, his senses sharp and alert.
