The battle between Canna and Grakthar raged on, the storm above mirroring the intensity of their clash below. Lightning flashed, thunder rolled, and the ground trembled under the force of their blows. Despite the relentless rain and the chaos of the storm, Grakthar seemed unfazed, his confidence growing with every strike that pushed Canna back.
Canna's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body aching from the sheer force of Grakthar's attacks. His scythe, Bloodfang, felt heavy in his hands, each swing taking more effort as his stamina waned. Grakthar, meanwhile, seemed to grow stronger with each passing second, his powerful frame moving with surprising agility for someone of his size.