The next day, they set out early, retracing their steps to the clearing where they had first encountered the Thunder Mammoths. The sky was overcast, and the air was charged with the same electrical energy they had felt before.
As they approached the clearing, Canna spotted the herd once more. The leader, a towering 35-foot giant, stood vigilant at the center of the herd, its electric blue eyes scanning the surroundings. Its presence was awe-inspiring, a living embodiment of nature's raw power. Lightning crackled fiercely around its massive frame, casting an eerie glow in the dim light.
Canna stepped forward, Kael and his subordinates hanging back to give him space. He raised his hands in a gesture of peace and called out to the leader. "Great guardian of the herd, I come in peace. I seek to understand your power and your ways."
The leader's eyes narrowed, and the air crackled with tension. It stepped forward, tusks gleaming, and let out a low, rumbling trumpet that echoed through the clearing. The ground beneath Canna's feet vibrated with the sheer force of the sound.
Canna took a deep breath, summoning his own power. He knew he had to show strength and respect. Lightning crackled around the mammoth as it charged at him, its massive form moving with surprising speed. The air was filled with the scent of ozone as the electricity danced across its fur.
Canna stood his ground, raising his hand to meet the mammoth's charge. As the mammoth's tusks neared him, Canna unleashed a controlled burst of his own energy, creating a shockwave that halted the mammoth's advance. The collision of forces sent a shockwave rippling through the clearing, uprooting trees and sending smaller creatures scurrying for cover.
The ground shook, and the air was filled with the sound of clashing forces. The mammoth reared back, then swung its tusks again. Canna dodged, countering with a burst of magic that sent arcs of electricity dancing between them. The air around them crackled with raw energy, the intensity of their battle causing the skies to darken and rumble.
For several intense moments, they exchanged blows, the clearing crackling with raw power. Canna's determination matched the mammoth's ferocity, each testing the other's strength and resolve. He could feel the sheer force of the mammoth's will, a testament to its status as a Great-Calamity rank monster.
As the battle raged on, Canna realized that in a prolonged fight, he wouldn't be able to win against the leader without killing it. Almost half of Canna's arsenal was geared towards lethal force, and he needed to find a way to subdue the mammoth without resorting to fatal measures.
Finally, Canna managed to touch the mammoth's forehead with his hand, channeling a surge of his own energy into the creature. The mammoth paused, its electric blue eyes locking onto Canna's. There was a moment of understanding, a recognition of mutual respect.
"Would he add 'storm' to everything that has lightning?" Kael remarked, clearly not fond of Canna's naming scheme.
Mortem didn't answer immediately. He summoned his staff, causing a bead of sweat to form on Kael's forehead, and then said, "Like I said, good naming scheme."
"You got it, Stormtusk? Right now, my domain is barren and pretty much empty. To make it a paradise for you and your herd, I'll need to revitalize it. In the meantime, while I work on that, I want you to take care of the herd as usual. Let me know if anything's wrong through our connection, and I'll come to you right away."
Stormtusk nodded again and then pointed his long trunk toward a distant direction. "What is it, Stormtusk? What's over there?" Canna asked, looking in the direction Stormtusk was indicating. He couldn't see anything unusual. He looked back at the mammoth and said, "Fine, fine. I'll go there.
I have all the time I need anyway."
Stormtusk intensified the lightning streaking through his fur. Canna laughed. "Calm down, Stormtusk. I can protect myself. I'm pretty strong, you know? Just take care of the herd for me while I'm out."
Stormtusk's protective nature was already showing, which made Canna chuckle. Stormtusk wanted him to go deeper into the forest, somewhere toward the east. Canna didn't know what lay there, but he would have to find out for himself.
"Alright, Stormtusk, you go ahead and forage. I'll be back before you even know it," Canna assured.
With a final nod to his new ally, Canna set off in the direction Stormtusk had indicated. The forest ahead seemed denser, the trees growing taller and closer together. The path was less traveled, and the air felt different—charged, almost as if the very ground was humming with energy.
As Canna ventured deeper into the forest, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. What could Stormtusk have sensed in this direction? What awaited him in the heart of this ancient woodland? Whatever it was, Canna knew he was ready to face it head-on.