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!
Boom!
Both men lunged at each other with ruthless intentions.
Woosh!
From above a mighty golden broadsword hacked down like an ax, splitting the space around it as it moved, reminding Derik of the only person who has reached a terrifying level with the power, Cyrus!
"Back then at his peak, I could beat him what makes you think this will be different!" Derik roared as he kept pushing forward!
Rising his bony hand above his head, a massive bone spear appeared above, blocking the attack from the massive golden sword almost effortlessly.
"DON'T MOVE!"
"DON'T MOVE!"
Both men roared at the top of their voice as golden and darkish green letters shot out of their mouths colliding with each other and creating an explosion strong enough to send them flying!
The word path!