Seeing the question in Canna's eyes, Tonitrum answered.
"After learning from the undead, your skill in spell casting and mana application has grown by leaps and bounds. A normal human would have trouble casting high-level spells, yet you've mastered it within a few months. The next thing for you to learn is combat mastery."
Canna listened intently. He reflected on his training so far, admiring how much he had already improved as a mage. Spells that once seemed impossible now flowed effortlessly from his fingertips. From Tonitrum's words, he could tell that it was time to step onto the path of a warrior.
He assumes that his next training will be about mastering the usage of various weapons since there are weapons scattered around him.
Up until now, Canna had only known how to use one weapon: his rare-rated daggers, "Burn and Raze." To be honest with himself, he was merely swinging and stabbing the daggers without any real technique. Although Mortem had taught him about striking vital points, Canna could only do so efficiently when casting spells and firing at a distance.
His knowledge of daggers was minimal; he only relied on his instincts and wielded them as he pleased.
The prospect of learning more about weapon usage excited him. He had a feeling that this new phase of training would be just as demanding as his previous lessons in mana application and spellcasting. It would push him to develop both strength and skill in ways he had never imagined.
He reached out to the floating vial in front of him and took a deep breath. Once he felt calm, he looked at Tonitrum again, resolve clear in his eyes. All of this was to grow stronger, and he would be damned if he didn't make the most of this opportunity.
Tonitrum smirked and turned his attention back to the red portal. After a few seconds, corpses began floating out of it again, just like they had the first time.
With great difficulty, he chanted the spell "Create Elder Undead,"
"Use the corpses before me as my offering!" Canna shouted. With those final words, mana began to be drawn out of him. However, this time, Mortem noticed it wasn't just mana being drained; he could see blood being siphoned from Canna's body as well.
A strange and eerie energy enveloped the corpses before him. They began to rotate slowly, as if guided by an unseen force, their forms blending and merging into a singular, twisted shape. Limbs and features shifted and melded together, forming a grotesque amalgamation of the fallen warriors. The sight was gruesome, a dance of flesh and bone as the corpses twisted and started to fuse together.
However, Canna was spared from witnessing this horror as he had already succumbed to the backlash of the potion, completely passing out.
A sudden, loud sonic boom reverberated through the dungeon, shaking its walls. From the epicenter of the blast emerged a mysterious figure radiating an aura of formidable power. Even Mortem sensed the danger emanating from its presence.
The figure had long, flowing black hair that seemed to move with a life of its own. An aura of sharp intensity surrounded him, so potent it felt as though it could slice through anyone who dared to approach. The very air around him crackled with danger, making it clear that this was no ordinary being.
The figure scanned the surroundings, his sharp eyes locking onto a dragon watching him intently. He turned to see a human lying on the ground and an undead creature diligently tending to the injured man. The figure glanced back at the dragon, their eyes meeting for a moment.
Instinctively, he felt an overwhelming urge to protect the human as he was being healed. A powerful connection rushed through him when looking at the human, and it dawned on him that this human was his master. He also sensed a faint link with the undead. While the figure was approaching his master, he noticed a sword lying nearby and picked it up.
As he approaches, a tumult of unknown emotions flickered in his eyes while looking at his master. With a stance as firm as an unyielding wall, he positioned himself, ready to defend and protect with unwavering loyalty.