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!
Wicked light shone brightly in Donald's eyes as he raised his greatsword high with killing intent. His crazed eyes were fixed on Derik who hasn't moved an inch after the collision, at this point Donald didn't even consider Derik as a part of the team anymore. All he could see now was a for who has to be put down.
"You dare hurt Daemon!!!!... Hahaha! Not even the gods can save yo…." His words were soon cut short by something unexpected. His skin color had turned pale and his body stiff. He could feel a chilly cold liquid flow down his eyes and roll down his cheeks.
"Ho… ho….w" He struggles desperately to speak as he stared at Derik who wore a confident smile on his face.