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!
"Why now?" Derik's expression crumbled as he realized how dire the situation was.
He and Cyrus were at a critical phase of their breakthrough so their fighting power has reduced considerably! In the past, they were confident of killing the orc overseer if they were to join hands in that fight but now things are quite different.
How did they get to know, they were in such a critical stage of their breakthrough?
It wasn't a coincidence that the enemy chose to strike at such a time!
Only one name could come to his head!
"BLAKE!!!!!" Derik's roar reached the boundaries of the continent and even went beyond!
His eyes flared with power as a bone spear appeared in his hand. From his underground cultivation chamber, Derik pinpointed Blake's location, ready to launch an attack.