As Canna stood before Abaddon, still breathing heavily from their sparring match, he felt a surge of energy thrumming beneath his skin. The power of his new form was undeniable, but he still felt a lack of mastery over it. There was something else there, something deeper that he had yet to tap into.
Abaddon, his ever-calm demeanor unshaken from the recent fight, regarded Canna with a calculating expression. "Master," he said, his voice resonating with authority, "now that you've unlocked this new form, there are abilities tied to your demon blood that you have yet to explore. As a half-demon, you should possess both physical and magical abilities unique to that side of you."
Canna raised an eyebrow. "Demon abilities?" he echoed.
