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!
Derik was stunned by Demos answer, he sprang on his feet and waved his hand lightly, conjuring two thrones made of piles of bones. With both men taking a seat, Derik nodded at Demos, signaling him to continue.
If the creator can kill those carrying its soul imprints with just a single thought, how is he supposed to end its life? Derik deeply intrigued by this topic since his original goal from the very beginning is to become a separate entity that relies on no one.
"You must not be the one to do the killing… there are other beings or creators like ours out there… a war is about to break out amongst the gods, its only natural it won't come as a surprise if our creator should be killed in this war.. By the way people die…" Demos said these words so calmly that even Derik felt chilled in the spine.