Life? Death? what's the difference? Many consider these two elements as opposites and the bane for the other but in reality, they are just different sides of the same coin. Derik always dreamt about becoming a cool mage and when the time came, he was disappointed... But even with the status of an archer he still pushed forward until he stumbled upon his magic... A power he could call his own.... DEATH!
Even in his weakened state, Derik could still feel the life energy of people around coupled with his ability to sense the negative emotions of those around.
At this point, he could easily sense the negative thoughts of hundreds of people with a strong life signature towards him. He could tell that this his small apartment was already surrounded and he could also tell the power level of those approaching.
A sly smile appeared on his rigid face as he stared at the shadow close by and his death avatar quickly emerged.
"Do they think they can kill me? If it were six years ago I would have been terrified but now a few hundred warriors and mages are nothing to me" Derik laughed. His pitch-black eyes looked hungry for more battle, as this was one of the ways his power progressed.