With the dark room, in the underground chamber located right under the palace of the dead, a man whose aura kept fluctuating sat there in a cross-legged position. His eyes were the only source of light in the room and even his body was covered in thick black fur.
"Damn it… Transcending into the demigod realm is really strange… My soul is been strengthened and purified by the world energy I have accumulated so far and yet this thing… It's trying to purge the werewolf side in me since it's a curse" Derik muttered with a pained expression on his face.
The werewolf curse granted to him by Scott Lockwood had saved his lifetime and time again when he was weaker and now, this same curse is trying to kill him here. He could feel the world energy trying to expel it and the werewolf curse resisting. These two sides struggling was greatly damaging Derik's body, weakening him considerably.