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!
Bam!
The next moment all the violent aura surrounding the youth vanished and all the strength bubbling in Blake's body failed him, forcing him to struggle greatly just to stay afloat.
"Krrrrrrrhhhh!"
Blake hissed, already coated with sweat and barely able to sustain his flight technique. His eyes were bloodshot and no matter how much he tried he could not summon his aura.
"What the hell is this?" Blake roared while gasping for air.
"Silence…" Derik frowned getting a bit impatient.