Canna was one of the last to step through the portal back into the sanctuary, his body still pulsing with the remnants of battle adrenaline. As soon as his feet touched the familiar, soft grass of his domain, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The gentle breeze caressed his skin, a stark contrast to the fiery chaos he had just escaped. Without a second thought, Canna let himself fall backward onto the cool earth, feeling the comforting embrace of the ground beneath him. He closed his eyes, letting the wind playfully tousle his hair as he soaked in the peace he had almost forgotten existed.
Flora approached him, her own body showing signs of the grueling fight. Cuts, bruises, and the dirt of the battlefield were smeared across her once pristine leafy armor. Canna glanced up at her with a tired but grateful smile.
"Flora," he began, his voice carrying a softness rarely heard. "Thank you. I don't think I would have made it without you out there."