His darkish purple fiery eyes dimmed as his body shook and black blood burst out of almost all the openings in his body. Derik has been traveling for over two hours and still hasn't found the right path!
Naturally, he would rely on Demos but for some strange reason, the angel of death couldn't locate the right path to follow unlike before. According to it, this is a special space where he and other guardian spirits cannot intrude, he can only depend on what Derik sees and hears.
"Damn it!" Derik muttered as he laid comfortably in the hands of his death avatar, instructing it to take him to any secluded location, where he can rest and meditate.
He silently praised Demos in his heart for bringing up such a brilliant idea concerning the avatar issue. Even though he could summon the souls of the dead warriors which rested in his domain and was reluctant to sacrifice them for the creation of just one avatar, he is actually happy he did it.