Canna didn't waste any time. As soon as he emerged from the chaos of the first orphanage, his thoughts turned immediately to the others scattered across the kingdom of Arenthia. The urgency of the mission weighed heavily on him, knowing that with every passing moment, more children suffered in places that were supposed to protect them. He couldn't let that continue.
He stood at the edge of the portal, the dark crimson swirl reflecting his determined expression. "Flora, I need you," Canna called out, his voice steady but urgent. Within seconds, the red glow of the portal intensified, and Flora stepped through. Her presence brought an immediate sense of calm, the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers enveloping the area around them.
