The grand celebration had been nothing short of legendary, but now the event was coming to an end. Thousands of people, ranging from the young to the old, and of all races—humans, elves, dwarves, minotaurs, and more—lay sprawled across the soft grasses, peacefully asleep under the blanket of stars. Even Canna himself was among them, resting with a blossom shell by his side, a group of children curled up beside him, and Mira nestled among them. The sanctuary guardians had returned to their posts, leaving behind only the sounds of nature and the gentle hum of the peaceful night.
Kael was the only one still awake. He looked groggy, his hair sticking up in all directions, his face smudged with dirt. "Well, time to start my day," he muttered, climbing over the piles of sleeping bodies with quiet amusement as he headed toward his daily tasks.
