As Canna watched the corpse explosions devastate the battlefield, he noticed that the creatures of great-calamity rank were unfazed, their monstrous forms standing impervious amidst the chaos. However, this setback was of little concern to him. What he needed was not merely destruction but the blood that flowed from the fallen. As the last echoes of the explosions faded, Canna activated one of the scythe's abilities, "Blood Pact."
A voice echoed in Canna's mind, dripping with disdain. "Disgusting, monster blood—low ranks at that. I've been parched for a hundred years, and I never imagined my first drink would be from such vile creatures. Still, blood is blood. If you are a worthy master, you should slay an angel for me. Their blood is the sweetest of all." Skal's voice carried a mix of complaint and demand, revealing his dark desires.
