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!
Thud!
Everyone watched as the hooded man whose face was hidden with a shiny bone mask began to descend. Gently he landed on the carriage which had was consumed by darkish purple flames but didn't seem to be burning.
Derik would have loved to continue flying while destroying members of the leafless bandit group but he was seriously lacking mana. Everything he has done so far, like setting the carriage on fire without making it burn, flying, and enhancing his voice so that everyone can hear and all that are not normal magic techniques that bronze realm level mages can use. All of this greedily consumed his mana, living him with just enough to put on a show while fighting these people and also a stunning exit.
At this point, his goal was not to terrify the people watching but to impress them with magic.
"What the hell" A member of the bandit groups couldn't help but cry out in confusion.