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!
"Paaa!" Francis cried out in pain while spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
His eyes dilated as his severed lower half tried to reconnect with the main body but the massive aura weapon was in the way, preventing him from healing. He didn't need anyone to tell him what a mess he has become and even now he could still feel Cyrus' life aura crippling his cultivation. He spurted out another mouthful of black blood, almost choking on it while he watched the angelic figure looking down on him with chilly cold eyes that could see the soul and a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Fourth step: Obliterate" Fernandos spoke those words slowly as he tried to adjust his aura and speed up the recovering of the deep injury in his right shoulder.