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!
"Huh?"
None of the priests expected Derik to be able to speak in this condition. Normally, any possessed person or supernatural beings caught by the chains of the beyond are either too weak to speak or they just scream in pain and agony. Only now did these people realize that Derik was yet to scream in pain or cry out for help or mercy. He kept gazing at them with a bone-chilling smile that made them feel like death was present in the room.
"I ask again… what am I?" Derik asked with the same sinister smile on his face causing the priests to take a step back instinctively.