Canna stepped through the red portal, emerging back in the sanctuary. Canna had only one person on his mind—Kael, the head of logistics and the sanctuary's rock-solid backbone. If anyone knew the details of their spoils, it was him.
He found Kael near the command center, buried under a pile of papers, issuing orders with an air of authority that few could match. Kael's expression shifted from concentration to mild irritation when he saw Canna approaching, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes. The battle may have been over, but the aftermath was just as crucial.
"Sup, Kael? So, what's our numbers?" Canna asked casually, though his tone carried a hint of excitement. Spoils were always a mixed bag—sometimes literal bags of gold, other times cursed relics or enchanted armor.