After taking sufficient rest, Canna and Sygon set out once again from the sanctuary, continuing their journey across the harsh terrain.
They ran for three more days before finally reaching a valley-like area. The environment had shifted dramatically, transitioning to a borderline desert. The land was dry and barren, but here and there, patches of grass and flowers stubbornly clung to life, a stark contrast to the vibrant and lush sanctuary they had just left behind.
Sygon led the way, guiding Canna toward the place where his settlement had fallen. As they moved through the barren landscape, Noctis spoke, his voice filled with caution. "Master, my clones haven't spotted anything directly, but I can sense powerful presences nearby. I don't think we should linger here for too long."