The battlefield was a maelstrom of power and destruction. The trio of figures, now desperate, seemed to sense their inevitable demise. Their eyes, glowing with a sinister light, locked onto Canna and his team, their expressions twisted with a mix of fear and rage. Then, as if synchronized, the trio suddenly stilled, their bodies emanating a dark, ominous aura.
Without warning, they let out a deafening shout, their voices merging into a singular, unholy cry. The air around them crackled with raw energy, and the ground beneath them shook violently as their power surged to unprecedented levels. Canna could feel the pressure mounting, the sheer force of their growing strength threatening to overwhelm him and his team.
Realizing the escalating danger, Canna's mind raced. They had already been pushed to their limits, but now the trio was ascending to a level that was beyond anything they had faced so far. He had no choice but to play his final card.
