Bang!
Derik's body slammed onto the strong, cold ground and his vision instantly blurred. He used the last bit of his power and will to execute the final strike on Kalos, leaving him drained both mentally and spiritually. At this point, his lower half has almost been severed and his body kept twitching due to pain.
"Damn it!" Derik hissed as he lazily crawled towards Kalos severed head with a gloomy expression on his face!
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Silence!
Respect!
Even though the death mage was currently in a weakened state. In fact, he's condition was than that of anyone present here, no one had the thought to take advantage of him. Instead, they all stepped aside and made way for him, not daring to block his path! Their eyes were watery, brimming with respect and pride as they watched the victor of the fight move to claim his prize!