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!
"So this is the strength of a new candidate of the new gods… Interesting… I must confess your strength far surpasses my imagination… that explains why Mol, Uram, and Berivs failed to defeat you all" The overseer didn't seem flustered by the power Derik had just revealed. Instead, he sounded as excited as Derik when he spoke.
"Since you won't let me have that soul… I will be taking yours!" Derik growled as he called upon one of the green arrows into his hands.
Xiu!
His archery skills were even greater than it was before, and when he attacked all Cyrus could see were after-images! He couldn't tell when Derik had released the arrow but to his greatest surprise, the overseer had moved to the side to evade the attack, escaping the arrow quite easily.
Or so he thought!
"Do I look like a joke to you?" Derik's eyes released a silver glow and the next moment a portal spatial gate appeared and the arrow flew in.