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!
"Didn't I tell you... I am the absolute... Even death cannot hold me!" Derik said with a kind smile on his face.
He watched the face of the pawn, Blata turn red as he struggled for air. Tears rolled down his eyes and based on the dejected look in his eyes it was obvious he was trying something but the beyond was not responding to his calls. Since he has already reached his limit there is no reason for the beyond to waste any more time on him.
"It's heartbreaking right? Abandoned by the one you love and serve with so much vigor... Sad" Derik's eyes held no form of sympathy as he spoke.
He tightened his grip on the youth's throat and was just a moment away from ripping his head from his body but then a thought popped up in his mind.