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!
Amongst the orc chieftains they have fought so far, only Berivs never showed any sign of fear or lose his will to fight. Even against impossible odds, the orc always struggled with the best of his abilities.
"A warriors heart… This I respect!" Cyrus said while shaking his head with a sad look on his face. Believe it or not, the life mage did not derive any joy from killing valiant warriors like Berivs.
"For your sake, I will take this fight seriously like my life depends on it…. Now come at me… Young orc chieftain!" Cyrus roared.