Canna settled into the cabin Linna had directed her to. It was a modest space, simple but well-maintained, fitting for someone who wasn't looking for luxury. The gentle rocking of the ship as it sailed through the open sea was soothing. They were headed to an island Drennard had ominously dubbed "Giant's Island," a notorious place inhabited by cyclops who attacked anyone unfortunate enough to venture too close.
Canna lay back on the makeshift bed, eyes half-closed as his thoughts wandered. Cyclops. A curious race, one Canna had never encountered before. According to Drennard, these giants were ferocious, and there was no mercy for intruders who landed on their shores. Canna was intrigued but wasn't particularly worried about the threat. His primary goal wasn't merely to encounter cyclops but to find and hunt down Catastrophe-class beasts. If there were any such creatures on Giant's Island, Canna wanted to see them.
