Chapter 143 - Bloodfang Scythe

The battle had reached a fever pitch. Canna stood in the midst of the chaos, his eyes blazing with determination as he gripped the Bloodfang Scythe, its crimson blade glistening ominously. With a deep breath, he allowed his dragonkin form to take over, scales of deep red and black covering his body, his limbs growing more powerful and his senses sharpening to a razor's edge. He could feel the raw power of his harbinger nature surging within him, demanding release. This fight had escalated far beyond what he anticipated, and now he would have to give everything he had.