In the darkness of the night, under the watchful eyes of the ever bright moon, a figure appeared above what was left of the Cathedral of the holy church. His face looked pale and his body weak, it was obvious he had sustained injuries that would take time to him. But for now, he could only put up a domineering appearance in a bid to hide his weakness.
Derik could feel a sharp pain piercing into his tainted soul, his eyes were a bit sunken and his body fat seemed to have reduced drastically. His condition was worse than anyone could expect, perhaps even a year of rest will not allow him to return to his peak condition again, take less of advancing in the realm.
"Damn it… Things turned out to be harder than I thought..." Derik muttered with a bitter smile on his face.