Sanctuary: Safe Haven

Mortem and Vorgrim, equally relentless, flanked him on either side. Mortem's dark robes billowed around him as he raised his staff, muttering incantations that summoned skeletal hands from the ground. These skeletal minions clawed and tore at the fleeing warriors, dragging them back into the fray. Vorgrim, a towering figure of death, charged forward with a roar, his weapons a blur of lethal motion.

The three hours that followed were a symphony of slaughter.

Canna moved through the battlefield with deadly grace, his scythe cutting down goblins and kobolds alike. Lightning crackled around him, each strike of his weapon sending arcs of electricity through his enemies. They fell in droves, their bodies convulsing as the lightning tore through them. The scent of burnt flesh filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood.

A group of goblins tried to form a defensive line, their spears pointed towards Canna in a desperate attempt to fend him off. Canna smirked, raising his scythe high. He brought it down in a sweeping arc, the blade slicing through spears and bodies with ease. Lightning erupted from the scythe, spreading through the ranks of goblins and reducing them to charred husks.

Nearby, Mortem was a dark specter of death. He moved with eerie fluidity, his staff casting spells that summoned undead horrors to the battlefield. Skeletal warriors, their eyes glowing with malevolent energy, clawed their way out of the ground. They advanced on the kobolds, their bony hands tearing through flesh and bone.

Mortem's cold, detached gaze never wavered as he directed his minions with precise, deadly intent.

Vorgrim was a whirlwind of destruction. His twin axes cleaved through the air, hacking down any warrior unfortunate enough to cross his path. Blood sprayed in wide arcs as he tore through the ranks of goblins and kobolds. His roar echoed across the battlefield, a terrifying sound that sent shivers down the spines of his enemies. Despite their fear, the goblins and kobolds had nowhere to run.

One kobold warrior, driven by a desperate need to survive, tried to flee the battlefield. He sprinted towards the treeline, hope flaring in his chest. But Mortem spotted him. With a flick of his staff, he sent a bone spear hurtling towards the fleeing kobold. The bone spear struck the warrior in the back, and he crumpled to the ground, his life snuffed out in an instant.

Goblins attempted to hide among the bodies of their fallen comrades, hoping to evade the relentless slaughter. But Vorgrim's keen eyes missed nothing. He strode through the carnage, lifting bodies and dispatching those who still clung to life. His axes rose and fell with grim efficiency, each swing bringing death.

Canna continued his ruthless advance, his scythe a blur of motion. He cut through the remaining goblins and kobolds with cold precision, his expression never wavering. These were not warriors in his eyes; they were souls to be harvested, fuel for his dragon egg's growth.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield, the sounds of battle began to fade. The cries of the dying grew quieter, replaced by the eerie silence of death. Canna, Mortem, and Vorgrim stood amid the carnage, the only ones left standing.

Canna looked around, his chest heaving with exertion. The ground was littered with bodies, the once-green field now a sea of blood and death. He sent a telepathic message to Tonitrum. "It is done. Open the portal."

A red portal shimmered into existence before them, its crimson light casting an otherworldly glow over the battlefield. Canna, Mortem, and Vorgrim stepped through, leaving the bloody scene behind.

As they emerged back in the dungeon, Tonitrum's voice echoed through the chamber. "Well done, Canna. You just have to do it a hundred times more, and you'll get the souls you need."

Canna's expression was unreadable as he gazed at the dragon. The weight of what he had done settled heavily on his shoulders, but he knew this was only the beginning. There would be many more battles, many more souls to harvest, before his quest was completed.

Tonitrum's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Rest now, for the next battle will come soon enough. Remember, Canna, every soul you harvest brings you one step closer to getting your dragon egg hatched."

Canna nodded, his resolve unbroken. He turned to Mortem and Vorgrim, his loyal subordinates who had fought by his side with unflinching loyalty. "Prepare yourselves," he said quietly. "This is only the beginning."

The three of them moved deeper into the dungeon, their minds already turning towards the next battle. The bloodshed and carnage they had wrought today were a grim reminder of the path they had chosen. There would be no turning back now. The quest for power, for the souls they needed, would drive them forward, no matter the cost.

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Kael and Grimruk watched with the help of Tonitrum's spell. The sounds of battle echoed across the battlefield, the clash of steel and the crackle of lightning carrying on the wind. Grimruk's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed as he observed the relentless carnage.

"They fight like demons unleashed," Grimruk muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and unease.

Kael nodded, his gaze fixed on the figures of Canna, Mortem, and Vorgrim cutting through the enemy ranks like a scythe through wheat. "I didn't know Canna was like that, I mean I knew he was strong but damn," he said quietly. "I should stay on his good side"

Grimruk grunted in agreement, his blood boiling with excitement. "I think I have made my decision"