In the heart of the sanctuary, preparations were in full swing for the grand celebration, but Canna's mind was anything but at ease. There was too much at stake, and now, with this unfolding chaos between the dark elves and the light elves, his usual good mood had been dampened.
"What... what?" Canna stammered, baffled at the response from the light elf elder. "What do you mean you didn't steal the kids? The dark elves started snatching them because they believed you were doing it first!" He sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Ugh! I've got a celebration to plan, let's get this sorted out quickly. Flora!"
At Canna's command, a red portal materialized, and from it emerged Flora, the ever-loyal guardian of the sanctuary, vines elegantly trailing behind her as she stepped forward and knelt in front of Canna.
