The battlefield was a landscape of chaos and carnage, a nightmarish tableau painted in shades of red and black. Amidst the clamor of clashing steel, the roars of monsters, and the cries of the dying, Canna stood as a figure of grim determination and unrelenting power. The Bloodfang Scythe in his hand pulsed with a dark energy, its blade thirsting for the blood of his enemies. The storm he had conjured continued to rage above, casting an eerie, flickering light across the scene.
With a fierce cry, Canna surged forward into the throng of monsters, his scythe sweeping through the air in broad, deadly arcs. Each swing unleashed a torrent of energy, cleaving through flesh and bone as if they were paper. The skill "Reaper's Sweep" sent waves of dark energy crashing into the enemy ranks, obliterating everything in its path. Monsters were torn apart, their bodies reduced to bloody chunks that rained down upon the ground, further staining the already crimson-streaked earth.
