Sanctuary: Safe Haven-Chapter 377: New Abilities

As Canna stood before Abaddon, still breathing heavily from their sparring match, he felt a surge of energy thrumming beneath his skin. The power of his new form was undeniable, but he still felt a lack of mastery over it. There was something else there, something deeper that he had yet to tap into.

Abaddon, his ever-calm demeanor unshaken from the recent fight, regarded Canna with a calculating expression. "Master," he said, his voice resonating with authority, "now that you’ve unlocked this new form, there are abilities tied to your demon blood that you have yet to explore. As a half-demon, you should possess both physical and magical abilities unique to that side of you."

Canna raised an eyebrow. "Demon abilities?" he echoed.

Abaddon nodded slowly, pacing in front of him. "Yes. Your dragon side gives you immense physical prowess, but your demon side offers something darker. Something more insidious. You should try to tap into it. Without knowing your limits or capabilities, you’ll never reach your full potential." He crossed his arms and stopped, facing Canna directly. "Let’s see what you can do. I’ll push you until you unlock it."

Canna knew Abaddon wasn’t the type to hold back. He nodded, readying himself for whatever this "training" would entail.

Without warning, Abaddon disappeared, teleporting behind Canna and slashing his weapon toward his back. Canna managed to dodge the attack, but he could feel the air crackle with demonic energy. The feeling stirred something inside him—a hunger, a dark pulse in his veins.

Instinctively, Canna closed his eyes, focusing inward. He could feel the demonic energy flowing through him, a darker force unlike his usual elemental magic. His hands began to glow with a deep crimson aura, and the power started to take form. He clenched his fists, feeling the surge of strength enhance his already formidable physique.

With a burst of energy, Canna’s wings flared wide, and his speed increased tenfold. His claws, sharpened by his demonic blood, slashed through the air as he engaged with Abaddon again. The sheer force of his blows caused the ground beneath them to crack.

"Good," Abaddon said, dodging and parrying with ease. "Your strength is there, but you lack control. Tap deeper into it, Master."

Canna gritted his teeth. He summoned more of his demonic energy, allowing it to fuel his physical abilities. His movements became sharper, quicker. But he still felt like something was missing.

"Your magic, master," Abaddon urged. "Demons aren’t just physical beings. Our power comes from dark magic, too. Use it."

Canna narrowed his eyes. He had always relied on his elemental prowess—especially lightning—but now, he had something else. He raised his hand and focused on the demonic energy inside him. Shadows began to swirl around his fingers, a thick black mist forming and spreading through the air.

With a flick of his wrist, Canna sent tendrils of darkness toward Abaddon, the mist wrapping around the demon in an attempt to bind him. Abaddon didn’t move, his nonchalant expression unchanged. With a swift gesture, Abaddon dispelled the shadows, shrugging off the attack.

"You’ll need more than that," Abaddon said with a hint of amusement. "Focus."

Canna breathed deeply, calming himself. He decided to fall back on something he knew well—lightning. He raised both hands, intending to call forth his usual blue and yellow electric arcs, but what manifested instead was something darker. The lightning that crackled to life around him was black, infused with demonic energy. It had a sharper, more menacing edge, and Canna could feel its increased potency.

He grinned. "This is new."

Abaddon smirked, "Demon lightning. Far more potent than what you’ve wielded before. Try it master."

Canna didn’t need more encouragement. He coated his entire body with the dark lightning, feeling its power seep into his muscles, enhancing his speed and strength even further. With a quick dash, he closed the distance between himself and Abaddon, aiming to land a decisive hit. Find more chapters on novelbuddy

Abaddon blocked the strike, but this time, the impact was different. The force behind Canna’s blow sent a shockwave through the air, and Abaddon took a small step back, his nonchalant expression shifting slightly as he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Interesting," Abaddon muttered. "You’re getting stronger, Master. But you still lack finesse. Let’s see how you handle this."

In a blur, Abaddon teleported again, appearing in multiple places at once, each afterimage a potential threat. Canna’s black lightning surged around him, his senses heightened. He had to stay alert. He swung his scythe through the illusions, but the real Abaddon remained elusive, evading every strike with ease.

Then, with blinding speed, Abaddon appeared right in front of Canna again, his blade inches from Canna’s throat. But this time, Canna was ready. He unleashed a pulse of dark lightning that crackled through the air, forcing Abaddon to leap back to avoid the surge.

From down below, the sanctuary warriors watched in awe, their eyes wide as they witnessed the exchange. A protective barrier separated them from the sparring match, but even through it, they could feel the shockwaves of each strike and the immense power radiating from their leader. The battle between Canna and Abaddon was nothing short of breathtaking. Canna, already known for his overwhelming strength, had somehow become even more powerful.

"Look at him," one warrior muttered, his voice filled with admiration. "He’s... unstoppable."

"Did you see that lightning? It’s black now!" another warrior added. "He’s definitely changed."

The warriors continued to watch in silence, their awe growing with each exchange. The sheer power Canna wielded now was beyond anything they had ever imagined.

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Meanwhile, back in the clan’s main hall, Ameena was busy reviewing documents and organizing requests for the clan. She knew that while Canna was busy testing his newfound abilities, she had a responsibility to ensure the growth and influence of Clan Hope continued.

The clan had grown exponentially over the past weeks. They had successfully reached Silver Rank, and Ameena’s next goal was to push them to Gold. To do that, they needed to complete a large number of lower-ranking missions, something that could be achieved quickly with the right strategy.

Ameena summoned the clan members to a meeting, her voice calm and authoritative as she addressed them. "I am Ameena," she began, "and I have been appointed as Vice Clan Master by Canna-sama himself. My goal is to ensure that Clan Hope rises to the top, and to do that, we need to expand our influence."

The warriors and shock troops listened intently, eager to hear the new plans.

"We will be sending groups of you to different kingdoms and empires," Ameena explained. "You will complete various missions, both for the guild and for the reputation of Clan Hope. Our goal is to finish these tasks as efficiently as possible."

She motioned toward a map behind her, pointing to several key locations. "Shock troops will be sent to the more dangerous areas, while sanctuary warriors will handle the lower-risk missions. Once you’ve completed your missions, Noctis’ clones will bring you back to the clan base. We must operate swiftly and without fail."

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The clan members nodded in agreement, ready for their assignments. Ameena’s plan was clear and well-thought-out, a perfect strategy to ensure the clan’s growth continued unabated.

"Let’s make this happen," Ameena finished, her voice filled with determination. "For Clan Hope."

The warriors and shock troops let out a unified cheer, ready to carry out their new missions under Ameena’s guidance. As they prepared to embark, Ameena watched them with a small smile. She knew they would succeed.

With the clan now working at full capacity, and Canna growing stronger every day, the future of Clan Hope had never looked brighter.