Canna could already tell—this Astraeus was a disaster-ranked being. His mere presence radiated a menacing power that could crush anyone who stood in his way. The towering minotaur stood before Canna, his eyes glowing with suspicion and authority.
Astraeus spoke directly, locking his fierce gaze onto Canna. "Since Sygon has chosen you, that means you are capable. But if you save us, we will owe a large debt. Are you planning on putting collars on our necks, forcing us into slavery? If so, I will crush you here and now. My people have already endured enough suffering."
Canna met Astraeus's stare without flinching. He knew this wasn't a threat born from arrogance, but a warning—a leader protecting his people. Canna respected that. As a fellow leader, he understood the responsibility that came with it.
