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!
"You will do what?" Derik asked with a raised eyebrow. His meaningful gaze was pinned on Cyrus for a while before nodding.
"If you plan to kill him, someone will have to separate him from the cosmic beings and the beyond… when they all join hands to supply him with energy, he is close to invincible…" Derik said causally.
Listening to him, Cyrus remained silent with a disbelieving look on his face. Since he wasn't there it was hard for him to believe that Derik the God of death, who had acquired his godly essence lost to a kid they picked up from the Holy church's underground lab. He knew he was different because he had numerous types of evil magic in him but he never expected it to reach a terrifying level like this.
"Believe it or not, Blake is currently the most powerful being in this God's vein" Derik noticed the disbelief in Cyrus's eyes and got annoyed.