"So where are we going now, Sir Derik?" Dimitris asked while holding on to Derik's index finger and followed Derik closely. For some unknown reason the 13-year-old felt warm and safe around Derik, he tightened grip Oon Derik's finger with the same innocent smile on his face.
The others too felt the same way as Dimitris. They too had this strange feeling towards Derik, it felt like they were looking up to a greater being, meant to shield them forms of evil. These people have been tortured and experimented on for so long, now someone with a strangely superior aura that could shield them from all forms of danger, they couldn't help but feel relieved. Unknown to them and even Derik, the death aura flowing out of Derik was having some sort of strange superiority effect of the lesser forms, unconsciously making them dependent on him.