It was the start of the fourth day, and Canna was sound asleep beneath a sprawling tree. The peace of the sanctuary seemed endless—until a sudden earthquake jolted him awake. His eyes snapped open, his heart racing as adrenaline surged through his veins. He wasn't the only one affected; throughout the sanctuary, residents and creatures alike were waking up in a panic, bracing themselves for whatever disaster might have struck.
Before he could gather his thoughts, he heard Noctis's voice in his mind. "Master, it's Sylvanar. He was talking to Arborath a little while ago, and then he... started vibrating. And glowing."
"Sylvanar?" Canna asked, confused. Without hesitation, he teleported directly to Sylvanar's location, a mix of concern and curiosity on his face. Just as Noctis had said, Sylvanar was indeed glowing and trembling, his massive form shaking the ground beneath him.
