Canna stood amidst the chaos of the battlefield, the air thick with the acrid scent of blood and smoke. The clash of steel and the desperate cries of the combatants filled his ears, a cacophony of violence that he had become all too familiar with. But this time, something felt different. As he surveyed the scene before him, a pang of hesitation gripped his heart.
The humans he saw were dressed in ragged clothes, typical of bandits or mercenaries. Their faces were hardened, eyes glinting with desperation and malice. They fought viciously, not for honor or glory, but for survival and profit. Among them, Canna noticed other races—trolls, ghouls, and orcs—distinctly marked by black collars around their necks. Slaves, he surmised, forced to fight for their captors' cause.
