The celebration had died down, and the villagers slowly retired to their homes. The night was still, the air filled with the lingering warmth of the day's festivities. Tiberius sat with his parents, Vorak and Liora, around a modest fire outside their hut. The crackling flames provided the only light as the family huddled close, their expressions a mix of contentment and contemplation.
Tiberius, still buzzing with the adrenaline of the recent events, couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Father, Mother," he began, his voice steady but laced with an underlying urgency. "We need to talk."
Vorak and Liora exchanged glances, sensing the gravity in their son's tone. Vorak gave a slight nod, signaling Tiberius to continue.
"I've seen something incredible during my time with Canna," Tiberius said, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames. "His domain... it's unlike anything I've ever imagined. The land is vast and still in the process of being revitalized, but there's something about it—a sense of potential, of power. And Canna... he's beyond powerful. His strength, his presence—it's something else entirely."
Liora leaned in, her brow furrowed in concern. "Tiberius, you speak highly of him, but we've seen our share of powerful figures. What makes Canna different? Why should we consider submitting to him?"
Tiberius took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "It's not just his power, Mother. It's his vision. He's building something—something that could change everything for people like us. His domain is a sanctuary, a place where the strong can protect the weak, where rare creatures and plants can thrive without fear.
And he's not doing it alone; his subordinates, like Grimruk and Vorgrim, are incredibly powerful too. But they follow him not out of fear, but out of respect and loyalty. That's the kind of leader he is."
Vorak, ever the pragmatist, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "And what of the cons, Tiberius? You know well that submitting to a powerful figure comes with its risks. We'd be placing our lives, our future, in his hands. What guarantees do we have?"
Tiberius nodded, expecting the question. "There's always a risk, Father. But think about it—our village is strong, yes, but we're isolated. We've seen the dangers that lurk just beyond our gates. Today, it was Vorgrim who protected us, but tomorrow it could be something else, something even worse.
With Canna, we have a chance to be part of something bigger, something that offers us more than just survival."
Liora's gaze softened as she listened to her son. "And what would we offer in return? Canna is powerful, yes, but what could we possibly give him that he doesn't already have?"
Canna's eyes widened in surprise, his usual calm demeanor momentarily shaken. "You wish to join me?" he repeated, still processing the weight of their words.
Vorak nodded, stepping forward with Tiberius and Liora by his side. "Yes, we do. We recognize your strength, your vision, and we believe in what you are trying to create. Our village is strong, and we offer you our skills, our manpower, in exchange for a place within your domain."
Canna looked out over the sea of faces before him, each one filled with determination and resolve. It was a humbling sight, one that filled him with a deep sense of responsibility. He hadn't expected such a bold offer, but he could see the sincerity in their eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Canna nodded. "Very well. I accept your loyalty. From this day forward, you are part of my domain, and I will protect you as I would any of my own. But understand that this is a commitment—a bond that cannot be broken."
The villagers murmured their agreement, their voices united in their decision. Canna could feel the shift in the air, the palpable sense of unity that now bound them together.
Turning to the Verdant Wardens, who had quietly observed the proceedings, Canna addressed Flora directly. "We'll need to move the barbarian village into the domain. Do you think it's possible to teleport their settlement as we did with yours?"
Flora shook her head, her expression regretful. "I'm afraid not, master. Our village was bound by ancient magic, allowing us to move it with relative ease. The barbarian village doesn't have that same connection. It would require a different approach, one that we cannot facilitate."
Kael, who had been listening intently, stepped forward with a reassuring smile. "Leave it to me, Canna. I'll work with Tiberius to oversee the relocation. It may take a bit longer, but we'll ensure everything is handled smoothly."
Canna nodded in gratitude, feeling the weight of leadership more acutely than ever. "Thank you, Kael. I appreciate it. While you and Tiberius handle the relocation, I'll take this opportunity to explore the rest of the forest. There are still parts of it I haven't seen, and I want to ensure there are no surprises waiting for us."
With the plans set in motion, Canna gave one last look to the gathered villagers, his heart swelling with a sense of pride and responsibility. They had chosen to follow him, to believe in his vision, and he would not let them down.
As he turned to leave, ready to begin his exploration, Canna couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning. The sanctuary he dreamed of was becoming a reality, and with allies like the barbarians and Verdant Wardens by his side, there was nothing they couldn't achieve.