Devlin didn't think Rian would be capable, but his attack sure did damage. Devlin took control of the tornado and enveloped it in his mana disappearing it. He glanced at Rian with a blank face. He stepped toward Rian and kicked his chest in anger. Five, ten until he felt satisfied. Rian throws blood out of his mouth. He can barely think about anything else.
"You weren't supposed to live anyway. Take this brat." Devlin chuckled enjoying his win.
Meanwhile, Rian felt his body heavy and warm. All he can see is darkness. He can't move him today at all. But the moment felt so peaceful. The stillness suffocated him but soon he calmed himself down.
Death won't be so bad. Rian thought.
'Are you sure about it?' A distant voice called him.
Rian felt confused. Are you Death?
Rian heard a chuckle then the voice said, 'Yes, I am Death and also the beginning.'
