Canna stepped out of the clan base, his eyes scanning the impressive structure before him. The barrier, designed and implemented by the researchers, shimmered faintly in the light, giving the entire base an ethereal glow. The buildings, crafted by the dwarves, stood tall and proud, each one serving a specific purpose vital to the success of the clan. The craftsmanship was impeccable—solid stonework reinforced with enchanted metals, all of it sourced from the sanctuary's vast resources. The clan base looked more like a fortress, a testament to the combined efforts of his people.
As Canna floated above the clan base, taking it all in, he noticed Abaddon standing at the edge, gazing out at the horizon. The archdemon's immense form was both intimidating and regal, his very presence exuding strength. When Canna approached, Abaddon turned and bowed deeply in respect.
