Sanctuary: Safe Haven

Canna sighed, feeling the weight of his decision. "I needed another perspective, Mortem. What do you think about gathering souls through war and slaughter?"

Mortem\'s eyes glowed with an eerie light. "Well, of course, Master. It should bring them eternal happiness knowing that even in their death, they have served their purpose."

Canna\'s eyes twitched involuntarily. Maybe discussing moral dilemmas with an undead wasn\'t the best choice. Mortem\'s outlook was grim and practical, lacking the empathy Canna sought.

As if on cue, Kael approached, a look of concern etched on his face. "Good job there, Canna. If you don\'t mind, I have a quick question. How long do we have to stay down here before we return to the surface?"

Canna pondered the question, weighing his response. Before he could answer, Mortem interjected, "Once my master is strong enough to face the monsters of this land. My master\'s noble goal isn\'t something for your likes to understand."

Canna facepalmed, frustration mounting. Mortem\'s harsh words, though somewhat accurate, did little to foster camaraderie.

Kael, undeterred, moved closer and sat beside Canna. "Well, do you at least have a plan for what to do once we\'re out?"

"Of course," Canna replied, determination in his voice. "First, I need to reach the nearest town or kingdom. I\'ll work there, gain recognition, and climb the social ladder until the king grants me nobility. Then, I\'ll have my own land."

Kael\'s eyes widened in disbelief. He fought to keep his face neutral, knowing that any sign of disrespect could provoke Mortem. Taking a deep breath, he spoke carefully. "I don\'t want to burst your bubble, but things don\'t work like that here. Maybe in your world, but not here. You\'re strong, Canna, but you\'re still naive about the way this world operates.

The moral principles you hold dear don\'t apply here."

Canna stared at Kael, the weight of his words sinking in. The stark contrast between his idealistic vision and the harsh reality of this world became increasingly clear. He felt a pang of frustration but also a glimmer of understanding.

"So, what do you suggest, Kael?" Canna asked, his tone more measured.

"We need to adapt," Kael replied. "Survival and power come first. Recognition and nobility might come later, but we have to be realistic. We must be willing to make tough choices and understand that sometimes, the ends justify the means."

Canna nodded slowly, absorbing the truth in Kael\'s words. His journey was far from over, and the path ahead was fraught with challenges that would test his resolve and force him to confront the very essence of his character.

As they sat in the dungeon\'s oppressive silence, Canna realized that he had much to learn about this world—and himself. His quest for power and recognition would require not only strength and skill but also wisdom and the willingness to embrace the harsh realities of his new life.

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A few hours later, Canna had made up his mind. He knew he had to confront Tonitrum and see if his plan would work out. His steps echoed through the dungeon as he approached the dragon, each one resonating with resolve and apprehension.

Tonitrum sensed Canna\'s approach and a menacing smile spread across his massive face. There were actually many ways to collect souls, far simpler methods like summoning a portal and unleashing waves of low-level monsters upon Canna. It would be easier and less risky, but that wasn\'t Tonitrum\'s goal. He wanted Canna to undergo a profound transformation in his mindset.

While Canna had been killing monsters for months, participating in war was an entirely different experience.

"Canna," Tonitrum\'s voice boomed, filling the cavernous space. "I see you\'ve come to a decision."

Canna stood tall, meeting the dragon\'s gaze with unwavering determination. "Yes, I have. But I need to understand more about what you\'re asking. Are there no other ways to gather the souls we need?"

"I agree to join your plan. Send me where wars are happening, and I\'ll handle what needs to be done, but with one condition: I won\'t take the life of an enemy who surrenders. That\'s my only request."

"Mercy? Or pity? It\'s up to you. Get yourself and your team ready, equip them properly. In two days, the slaughter will begin," Tonitrum declared, sending a shiver down Canna\'s spine.

In the two days that followed, Canna and his two companions engaged in extensive discussions and practiced coordinated combat techniques. Canna took care to ensure Mortem and Vorgrim were equipped with suitable weapons and armors, and he immersed himself in honing his proficiency with various weapons and spellcasting.

He also took the opportunity to warn Kael and Grimruk about the risks involved, emphasizing that Tonitrum would determine their fate if they didn\'t return. Grimruk expressed interest in joining, but Vorgrim sternly rejected him.

"This is a trial for my liege and his forces. Outsiders are not permitted," Vorgrim stated icily, resuming his sword drills. Grimruk wanted to argue, but he knew Vorgrim spoke the truth. He needed to make a swift decision.

On the last five hours, Canna decided to rest. His resolve was firm, and he was committed to seeing his plan through to the end. He had a goal to achieve, and he was prepared to overcome any obstacle in his path

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Then the time arrived. Canna\'s eyes blazed with determination as he woke from his rest, his resolve unwavering.

He summoned Mortem, clad in a dark purple robe adorned with intricate skull designs. Mortem gripped a staff crowned with a bird\'s head, exuding an aura of darkness. On the other hand, Vorgrim appeared as if the God of War himself had descended.

Armed with multiple weapons strapped to his back and adorned with a helmet sporting fearsome horns, Vorgrim struck a formidable figure that instilled dread in any who looked at him.

Lastly, Canna donned his armor, a departure from his usual attire of a simple white cloth shirt.

His new armor was lightweight yet durable, allowing him unrestricted movement. Strapped to his legs were daggers, complementing the scythe he wielded with practiced skill. With each adjustment, Canna felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Canna inhales deeply and gazes at Tonitrum.

"Send me in"