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!
Seeing Demos unusually excited Lucien couldn't help but have a bad feeling about what's going to happen. When people who use dark magic show any sign of excitement it is always directed towards violence or something more diabolical. He couldn't help but imagine what a Derik who embraces his power will be like!
If this Derik who he considered a monster and heartless is the good one, what will the bad version of him look like?
Asking himself those questions, Lucien refused to back away this time. He kept gazing at the blood-red eyes within the storm without flinching.
Whoosh!
The black storm was suddenly blown away by an even greater power, revealing Derik. He was shirtless with extremely long ghastly black hair, a pair of blood-red eyes, and black tattoos round his shoulders, chest, and arms.
Below the waist, he wore a black ghastly trouser giving an ethereal feeling to all those who gazed upon him.