62 Chapter 62: The team 1

His eyes yanked open and all he could see was the ceiling of his room in castle black.

"Damn!... My head hurts" Derik muttered as he placed both palms on his head while caressing it gently. He silently cursed the guardian spirit in his head for not been very elucidative when he spoke about the backlash of his powers.

{So conjuring a bow and an arrow is now regarded as a special power that needs high upkeep… so lame} He hissed in his mind only to remember that this thing in his head could read his thoughts.

Remembering this, a cold bead of sweat ran down his back and he instantly regretted his actions. He waited for the guardian spirit to scold him but for some reason, it didn't reply which made him wonder if the almighty angel of death was asleep…

He was about to call out to this guardian spirit but then he realized that there were numerous eyes on him. Realizing that the team was present while he was 'misbehaving', Derik flushed

Seeing the face of the great Derik who us normally void of emotions turn red, Gin laughed hysterically.

Derik's face reddened even more as he silently cursed this bastard and wished he could attack him this instant, but noticing Cyrus' hostile gaze, he decided to endure the shame a little bit longer. After a while, the room was silent once again but no one left their seats

"We're a team, am I correct?" Kira finally spoke up…

Hearing this everyone nodded. At this point, Derik felt like something was off, for some reason he felt like if he fails to leave this 'meeting' right now, he may be forced to speak on things he shouldn't

[Guardian? Come on man I need you!] Derik cried out in his mind but it failed to respond.

Wasn't magic spirits bound to their targets, not to ever leave their side until death? Yes, his guardian spirit was the angel of death but shouldn't that rule also apply to it?

[Damn it!] Derek cursed his bad luck again.

He knew where this team discussion was heading to, he had a lot of explaining to do about what happened that night. It's true that the Lockwoods could cook up a few stories to cover it up but that doesn't necessarily mean that everyone would believe It. Come on! You attend a party and the next second you're knocked out. What bothered him the most is that he didn't know the excuse the Lockwood's came up with, so if the story doesn't tally, it will only arouse more suspicion.

"Don't bother trying to contact your guardian spirit… mine is gone as well… this happens occasionally so I decided this is the best time to speak to you… when you're not under the influence of that thing" Cyrus sneered at Derik, not bothering to hide his disdain

Hearing this, Derik laughed out loud and simply got off his bed. He looked out the window to confirm first and discerning it should be close to midnight his fearful heart finally eased up a bit.

His trump cards cool downtime was up!

His purple iris which was originally dim, suddenly roared back to life, glowing brighter than ever. Darkish purple aura slowly escaped his body forming a dark cloud on the ceiling of the room. He still didn't know why this prince of light has an issue with him, his initial comment made it clear that this guy believes he lost to him because of the presence of his guardian spirit… why not prove him wrong?

Seeing this Cyrus was startled at first, he has always thought that Derik has always been under the influence of that demonic spirit inside him and that's why he could summon that much power. He suggested the meeting should take place at this time because his guardian spirit suggested it was at this time Derik would be at his weakest and alone. Should he try to shy away from this important gathering, Cyrus should be able to easily put him down without the help of the others. Apparently, his guardian spirit was wrong, opting to confront this kid who gave him a sound beating the last time they fought, Cyrus decided to prove to Derik and the rest that he's no pushover!

"I refuse to believe that your darkness can swallow my light!!!!" Cyrus growled and his golden eyes shone even greater than before

"Keep telling yourself that" Derik scoffed at the life mage's words with a mocking smile on his face

BOOM!

The life and death energy which forcefully burst right through the bodies of Cyrus and Derik created a shockwave which made everyone retreat by few steps, even the poor wooden bed beside Derik was not sparred as it was sent flying to the other side of the room.

The amazing view of one side of the room covered in golden energy and the other side shrouded in dark, cold aura was something everyone was mesmerized with but for only a brief moment. The could see each side trying to devour the other and at this point it seemed as if Deriks aura had the advantage, slowly but steadily consuming all the golden energy at the other half of the room.

Seeing this made Cyrus break a sweat as he inwardly blamed his guardian spirit for the situation he was in at the moment. Not daring to let Derik strike first, the life mage was about to cast a spell but then he felt a strong firm hand definitely belonging to a fighter slam against his skull which made him lose concentration for a moment

BAM!

BAM!!

Holding his head with both hands and wincing in pain, Cyrus looked up to see Derik in the same condition as Donald beside him.

[If Donald was the one who hit Derik… then who was the one that hit him?] He thought for a moment and quickly looked you only to see Daemon staring at him with a disappointed expression on her face.

[When did she get so strong?] Cyrus asked himself

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Derik frowned and shot a glare at Donald who only clenched his fist once again in response, making Derik retreat with both hands on the spot where he was hit

"No more magic… No more stupid grudges… No one is leaving this room until we settle our Differences now sit!!!!" Kira growled!