Sanctuary: Safe Haven

Chapter 313 Astraeus II

Canna could already tell—this Astraeus was a disaster-ranked being. His mere presence radiated a menacing power that could crush anyone who stood in his way. The towering minotaur stood before Canna, his eyes glowing with suspicion and authority.

Astraeus spoke directly, locking his fierce gaze onto Canna. "Since Sygon has chosen you, that means you are capable. But if you save us, we will owe a large debt. Are you planning on putting collars on our necks, forcing us into slavery? If so, I will crush you here and now. My people have already endured enough suffering."

Canna met Astraeus's stare without flinching. He knew this wasn't a threat born from arrogance, but a warning—a leader protecting his people. Canna respected that. As a fellow leader, he understood the responsibility that came with it.

"I am Canna Yakane. I have no interest in enslaving your people or anyone else. I came here because Sygon pleaded for his clan's salvation, and he offered me his loyalty in exchange for your safety," Canna said calmly.

Astraeus's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions. He looked over at Sygon, but his face remained unreadable. Canna continued, his tone firm but understanding, "I understand your concerns. If I were in your position, I would be just as cautious. But I have no ulterior motives. Once your people are safe, you can return to your former glory.

You may come to my sanctuary, recover, and when you're strong again, you're free to leave. I ask for nothing more."

The two leaders stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Astraeus was weighing Canna's words, searching for any sign of deceit. Finally, he lifted his massive axe and let it drop to the ground with a heavy thud, the sound reverberating through the crevice.

"Prepare your things" Astraeus ordered the rest of the minotaurs," Astraeus then looked at Sygon. "I thank you for bringing our savior, but I wish to speak with him alone."

Sygon, although surprised, looked to Canna, who nodded in approval. With that, Sygon turned and joined his people, helping them gather what little they had left in preparation for their departure.

Astraeus took a step closer to Canna and then gestured for him to follow. "This is not the place to talk. Come with me," he said in a low, commanding voice. After walking a few steps, Astraeus paused and glanced back. "I wish to speak to you alone, without your... subordinate in the shadows."

Canna chuckled, impressed by Astraeus's awareness. "You heard him, Mortem. Stay with Sygon for now." From Canna's shadow, a black, ethereal form slowly manifested before taking shape as Mortem, who gave Astraeus a narrowed glance before vanishing into the shadows of the crevice. Astraeus merely grunted and continued walking, leading Canna deeper into the settlement.

Canna gave a small nod, his voice sincere. "Okay then."

The conversation ended as quickly as it began, both leaders understanding each other without the need for further words.

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Two hours later, the minotaurs had gathered. From the youngest child to the most seasoned warrior, they stood together in a large, open area. The warriors were armed and armored, their weapons gleaming in the dim light of the torches. Astraeus stood at the front, his towering figure a beacon of strength for his people.

Sygon gave Canna a nod, indicating that everyone was ready to depart.

Astraeus turned to Canna. "What's your plan? There are strong beings above, and the moment they notice a large group moving, they will follow. I can hold off other disaster-ranked beings to buy time, but do you have forces waiting for us? My people are not strong enough to fight their way out."

Canna glanced at Sygon with a curious look. "You didn't tell them?"

Sygon blinked, confused. "Tell them what, master?"

Canna sighed deeply, shaking his head. He could hear Mortem's voice in his mind, a dry chuckle accompanying his words. "They are warriors, after all, master. Their brains are often limited."

Turning back to Astraeus, Canna smirked. "I was wondering why all of you were wearing armor and weapons. No need for any of that." He raised his hand, summoning a large, swirling red portal in the air before them.

"Welcome to my sanctuary," Canna said, his voice warm but full of authority. The minotaurs stared in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief. Even Astraeus, who had maintained his composure throughout their encounter, was momentarily taken aback by the sight of the portal.

The journey to safety had begun, and for the minotaurs, this marked the beginning of a new chapter—one of healing, strength, and rebirth under Canna's protection.