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!
"Go!" Derik growled coldly as countless black chains raced towards the vines, binding them and preventing them from reaching him.
A cold smile flashed across his face as he kept charging forward with the death scythe in his hand. In just a breath he had crossed a large distance but in that short time, the elf had retreated to a considerable distance! His ability to blend with the vine while escaping far surpassed Derik's expectations.
"I guess I will have to take things seriously from here!" Derik growled as he reached forward and pulled.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
The ground trembled terribly before countless black chains shot out, forming some sort of wall around them. The chains moved so high it bent and entangled, forming a black cage in just a few seconds!
"Let's see how you plan to flee!" Derik said coldly.