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!
"How?" Diana was stunned, staring at Aldora in disbelief.
"You are the one who has grown cocky from fighting these kids… Just a few moments ago, I have been slapping your attacks away and you actually thought you would be able to hurt me with that little staff? Impudent child" Aldora's voice struck Diana like lighting and she watched the chubby midget create a massive golden hand above her head, planning to slap her away like before.
But this time she didn't run. Francis has been defeated, she can only take this hit and let it send her as far as possible before slipping away while Aldora is focused on cracking her formation.
[There is no reason to remain here] she thought, preparing to take the hit.
But then…
Boom!