The battle raged on in the slavehouse, with the air crackling from the sheer intensity of the magic and steel clashing in the confined space. Canna's eyes darted across the battlefield, searching for the right moment to execute his plan. The situation was getting more chaotic by the second, and he knew that they needed to retreat before things escalated beyond their control.
Amidst the noise and fury, Canna noticed a brief lull in the enemy's advance. The kingdom's forces had been momentarily blinded by one of Mortem's spells, their vision obscured by a thick, dark mist. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
Without hesitation, Canna began to gather his mana, feeling the familiar surge of power flow through him. His eyes glowed with an electric blue light as he channeled his energy into a single, devastating attack. The air around him hummed with raw energy, and in one swift motion, he unleashed a powerful thunderbolt into the center of the battlefield.
