Canna stood in the center of the area, breathing heavily but still standing tall. Around him, the last of the shock troops had fallen, knocked out of the barrier by his relentless strikes. Wounded, bruised, and with cuts lining his body, he surveyed the scene. All 300 shock troops had been defeated, and the ones who had been taken out earlier—Tiberius and Thalion included—were sitting at the sidelines, watching with awe and disbelief.
They had fought valiantly, displaying well-practiced formations and support tactics. But Canna, in his dragonkin form, was simply on another level. His resilience and speed, bolstered by his affinity with lightning, made him nearly untouchable. His hardened scales and swift counterattacks were a nightmare for even the best of the troops, and his instincts allowed him to dodge blows and retaliate with brutal precision.
