Everything was going smoothly in the sanctuary. Preparations for upcoming events were underway, and the mood was light, especially for Canna, who allowed himself a rare moment of peace. Yet, the serenity was short-lived. An urgent report from Noctis shattered his brief respite.
"Tiberius' squad is under siege," Noctis relayed.
Canna's brows furrowed as he swiftly reined in his thoughts. "What's the situation?"
Noctis, hovering with a slightly concerned look, began the explanation. "They've requested immediate backup. They're in a small village called Norbury, northwest of here. Tiberius' team has been trailing a slave trader for days, but things took a turn—they made contact with a peculiar race: elves. Specifically, dark elves. They're embroiled in a war against the light elves of the region. The town itself is neutral, but suspicious reports have been filtering in for weeks. It's likely—"
