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!
"I refuse!" Lucien said with furrowed eyebrows.
No matter what Derik said, he was completely against wiping out an entire race of dragons without trying to talk it out in the first place.
"This is not how we do things!" Lucien added and Derik only laughed lightly.
He took a step forward and tapped Lucien's forehead with his index finger, making a series of images surge in! Lucien saw Derik and a golden-haired youth dressed in a golden sleeveless mage robe, rise to the air and battle more mages like them! The fight was short and Derik quickly gained an advantage over them, killing them all.
He didn't stop there! Lucien watched as Derik made strange movements, pulling out the souls of every living thing alive on that planet, using it to fuel his power and that of the golden-haired youth. A Series of images of Derik mercilessly wiping out extremely large numbers of people flashed through his eyes in just a second.