The air crackled with energy as Canna hovered above the weary shock troops, his wings stretching out behind him like a storm on the horizon. The previous battle against his undead army and the ferocious might of Stormtusk and Stormrend had pushed them to their limits. They were gasping for air, their faces slick with sweat, their muscles twitching from exertion. But their eyes—sharp and determined—were locked onto Canna, knowing full well this was far from over.
"Let's begin," Canna's voice echoed through the barrier, his tone calm but dripping with the promise of more chaos.
With a snap of his fingers, the undead vanished, and Stormtusk and Stormrend were teleported out of the battlefield. The eerie silence that followed was short-lived, as the sanctuary crowd erupted into cheers, watching in awe and anticipation.
Now it was just Canna versus his elite shock troops.
