Part 4
The tall warden began to distribute the bowls to the prisoners, sliding them inside the cells directly underneath the slaves. Of course, the slaves were stuck to the walls by chains and couldn't even move the slightest, but that didn't seem like a problem to him.
He continued handing the filled bowls, ignoring the groans and moans of the prisoners. From the four built in the room only three cells were occupied by slaves, each cell meant to hold four at once. Three prisoners were stored on the cell to his right while two were on his left. Once he finished handing out the bowls to the first two he made his way over to the last one.
"Ohh..." His eye caught that of the prisoner in between Isaiah and Porridge. He retrieved a two-foot-long stick from his back and proceeded to prod the man's body. "Dead eh?"
"What was that?" The commanding warden grunted
"Ah, Herr Guts, this man here is dead..." The young warden replied
"I see, I see..." Guts grabbed the stick off the jailer and prodded the lifeless body of the man without care, then he shook his head, "Nothing to do then, I'll give the report, for now, feed them."
"Ja!"
As he distributed the bowls for Isaiah and Porridge, his eyes met that of Isaiah's. The young slave's smile caused the soldier to pause, his calm demeanor made him rather unnerved.
'Did they catch a crazy?' He wondered as his face showed visible signs of disgust before returning to his duties.
***
The warden disappeared from his view and Isaiah felt very annoyed. The way that the warden looked at him and that the bowl was placed under him even though he was held back by chains made him very irritated.
'Okay I am hungry, how do I eat? Slurp them up?'
He watched his bowl, it was a thick-looking soup of some strange brown liquid with a few strange, colorful objects floating around. Its very sight made him hesitant to partake in the meal.
'Curry? That... That looks gross, I might just pass up on that for now, maybe better food will com-' His stomach began to growl, 'I... Fuck it, fine, that'll do for now... Ugh, I can already taste that...'
As he watched his meal, he saw something come out of the shadows underneath him, it slowly made its way over his food.
'Wait...'
But as he watched the creature slowly make its way to his food, he heard a loud thack coming from behind, followed by chains moving at a rapid pace. His body was suddenly dropped to the ground without warning, his face splashing the soup and its contents, some of it having entered his mouth.
It wasn't the only thing to have entered his mouth, Isaiah felt something squirming about inside and he immediately realized what it was, he could feel its slick skin gashing about his teeth.
'No!'
He opened his mouth in horror, but the creature did not leave, instead, it got deeper, it touched parts of his inner tongue that he closed his mouth in reflex, crushing the poor creature underneath his mouth. The bitter, sour taste that followed after was the worst thing that ever touched his buds. He managed to throw away much of the thing but the taste lingered on, like some kind of bitter glue. He vomited everything in the bowl as a tear fell from his cheek
Horrible as it may be, there was one silver lining amidst all this unsavory chaos.
*Ping!
[You have leveled up]
This was quickly followed up by his status page opening up.
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Name: Isaiah Peter Dragovitch
Level: 14
HP 34/34 MP 208/208
STR - 17
AGI - 15
INT - 52
ATR - 2
Talents (Passive Skill)
[INT Boost II]
[Holy Blessings I]
[Taming I]
Abilities (Active Skill)
[Manipulation]
[Electric]
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'Wait what?'
A smile crossed his face as he scanned his status page the numbers had been refreshed and his mana was full, but his eyes froze upon seeing how rapidly his MP was being drained,
MP 87/108
'So leveling up does refresh my stat, no wait, ahh escape, escape!'
As those thoughts formed in his mind, one thing caught his attention,
[(Abilities) Electric]
'Time to test them.'
“Lightning...”
...
Schaff had been guarding the slaves for almost twelve years, yet he still hadn't figured out what the soup was that they were feeding them. Not that he wanted to figure out, as he was sure it was far more terrible than the rum served in the cheap taverns. 'That said...' His eyes turned to the lifeless body of a slave that the other soldier was stuffing in a bag, 'Schiese, I wanted to buy that man, would make a good dowry and get my daughter a great husband. Shame that I have to go look for someone else then.'
He picked on his nose as he absently stared at the body when a blue flash made him look to his side. To his surprise, the metallic bars were blown away striking the empty cell on the other side as smoke hissed around the room,
"Huh?"
...
Lightning streaked around his whole body with such rage that it caused the metals inside to shake. The heat produced was enough to burn much of the chains, disabling their magic-sucking abilities while also making them weak enough for Isaiah to escape. Yet despite the fatal abilities of the electricity, Isaiah was unharmed, with nary a tingle in his body. His eyes sparkled as he examined his body which was surrounded by electricity swimming about.
"Hooo, ohh! Ahh." Isaiah belatedly realized the two shocked wardens looking at him, and quickly his elated expression evaporated.
The three stared at each other for a while, as if they were surprised to see each other before one of the wardens quickly took out a baton-like weapon, Isaiah raised his fist to meet the man but took a step back when Schaff took out his sword.
"That's not fair."
"Call... Call for backup." Schaff held his sword with shaking hands, though he had been warden for 12 years he had never once used the sword he was given as not one slave had ever managed to break free from the prison, it was already rusting and chipped like a toothed saw "Go!"
"Sir?" The young warden hesitated in moving away prompting Schaff to push him out in anger,
"Go!"
The other dropped his stuff and went running for the door, but before he could escape the room Isaiah instinctively stretched his hand out,
"Wait dont!"
As if responding to his request, a strong force left his hand like some mighty gush of wind, striking the warden from behind before slamming himself to the door. In one hit the man was knocked out, leaving Schaff dazed from being hit as collateral.
"What..." He gasped as he lowered his stance in fear, "Shit."
Isaiah was just as surprised as he was, he had never seen wind magic in his status page yet somehow he was able to conjure up wind out of nowhere.
'Wind?' He asked himself, 'It's definitely wind there... But...'
He examined his hand as things began to connect in his head,
'Could it be?'
Schaff, seizing the opportunity, quickly leapt for Isaiah taking him down to the ground and swinging his sword.
"Die!"
"No!"
Isaiah moved his hand over to Schaff and at the instant he thought of it the sword from Schaff's hand was yanked violently out of his hands. The action must have painfully stretched his tendons as Schaff fell to the ground writhing in pain,
"Aaaaah!" He slammed his right hand to the floor below, "You... You bastard,"
"Ahaha..." Isaiah looked at his hands, "This... This is my cheat skill,"
'I... I don't have wind magic, does this mean that manipulation is being able to control things?'
"Interesting... Very interesting."
"Agh, hey... Hey Isaiah... Free me?"
"Oh... Right, right, wait."
Isaiah aimed his hand at Porridge causing the man to panic,
"No, no, no! Not that! You idiot you want me to die?"
"Ohh... No, no, ahh... Just..."
"No, no, no, no... Get that hand off me! I don't want to be blown away from this place!"
"Look... Ah," Isaiah pointed his palm at Porridge and closed it...
"Heee!" The old man closed his eyes,
Crrrk.
The chains behind his back cracked like biscuits...
"Eeh?"
Soon the chains fell off his wrist...
"Huh..."
Isaiah returned his attention to the bars in front, and with a swipe of his hand, the metallic rods began to bend, creating enough space for him to easily move through. This was a feat impossible for a guy with his physique, but with his magic, it was as easy as squeezing foam.
"That..." Isaiah felt his head shake when he bent the bars, that said, it returned to normal after a while... "I should be careful."
"You! You!" Schaff crawled towards the other warden's unconscious body and took out the man's sword, "Come near... Me... I swear you come near. Eeek!"
With a simple swipe, the sword from Schaff's hand was thrown away and the man's face instantly turned to that of fear,
"Please, wait... Mercy, mercy!"
"Wait... What's going on?" Some of the slaves looked up after hearing all the commotion, "Is there an escapee."
Isaiah looked around and saw the faces of the other slaves in their cages,
"Oi you, let us out!"
"Yeah free us!"
"Let us beat those son'o bitches!"
The slaves, seeing their captors suddenly brought to their knees began to heckle with delight as they urged Isaiah to free them, some speaking in languages he had never heard of...
"Aah, right." Isaiah proceeded to make his way onto one when suddenly,
"Wawawawawawawait!" Schaff pleaded to Isaiah, "We can talk this through."
Schaff wasn't going to be the first warden in the mansion's history to allow a slave to escape, but as he was in no position to decide he would rather let one or two escape quietly than have the entire mansion be up in flames. Hence why he decided to bargain.
"Why would I?" Isaiah asked as he pointed at the mark on his shoulder,
"There... There is no need for you to free them all! If... If you do... If you do then things will become chaotic, why not just escape by yourself? I can help you out... I can bring you outside, as long as you promise me that you will not kill me..."
"LIES!"
"Kill that man!"
"Rip his ear out!"
"No! Rip his ear out then kill him!"
"SHUT... No, no, wait..." Schaff smiled awkwardly at Isaiah, "I can help you escape, yes, no need to free all..."
"Young man..." Porridge placed his hand on Isaiah's shoulder, "Those people will chase you to the ends of the earth if you escape. You can run far, but you will be caught, mark my words... No one had yet escaped this prison and though you might be the first you certainly will not escape for long."
"..." Schaff began to sweat, "That is lies, there were many!"
"But if we all escape... They will have to chase us all. They may be many, but they wouldn't be able to chase all of us at once."
"No... Please..." Schaff's face melted as he heard Porridge's words, it didn't help that Isaiah quickly agreed. "You don't have to..."
"Oi Schaff..." Suddenly, the metal door opened and another jailer peeked inside, his hands picking on his ears. "What's taking..."
He paused and blinked twice... There, the man saw two of his mates on the floor, and two scantily clad men in front of them.
"Escape! ESCAP." Before the man could produce any more sound, Isaiah knocked him out with a swipe,
"Shit... Looks like that's it..."
"Ahaha, ahahahah!" Schaff began to laugh like a maniac, "You will never escape!"
"Right." Porridge nodded as he began to search his body,
"Oi, you, what are you..."
Porridge fished out a ring of keys and began to open the cages. His face went pale the moment he saw the slaves freed from their shackles and move out of their cages. One in particular was a man whose body was chiseled to perfection, only mired by a few scratches and clinks.
The slave proceeded in front of Schaff,
"Remember this?" He showed him the scar on his neck, "You caused this,"
"Hehehe... We... We can work things out."
Smack!
Schaff was instantly knocked unconscious by a single punch,
"Woo... That was an overdue and interest to boot."
“So how do we get out?” One of the prisoners asked but his question was answered by another.
"Let's just leave, no need to-"
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"No!" He was interrupted by a woman, "We need to free the others. As the old man said, even if we escaped, the number of people chasing us would be too much... Instead, let's make the hunter chase more rabbits."
"I agree, there are plenty more others just like us around the castle, if we let them all escape, it can cause a massive riot which should allow us to flee during the commotion and avoid capture for some time. But what about those guys?"
"We can leave them here..." Isaiah replied while taking Schaff's sword, "They're all down already."
As the slaves were getting ready, they then heard the sound of footsteps making their way towards their room,
"Looks like they are here, let's get going..." The muscular man began stretching his muscles while the other prepared themselves.
"What's going on!" Another warden, fully armed took a look at the open door but was met with a ball of fire that blew him away...
"Hell yeah!" The slave beat his chest before enveloping his arms with fire, "Time to die!"
***
Many men were sitting around the wooden benches inside a large room, torches from the sides provided plenty of light as they gathered at a table where two men played a chess-like board game.
The air was tense, but was quickly broken when the second player made his move,
"Woah..."
"Unbelievable,"
"That was possible?"
Gasp of surprise came from his side as the winner stretched his arms out throughout the whole table,
"I win!" The thinner man grinned widely as he greedily took the other's money away from him
The loser got angry, unable to accept his defeat, "You monkey bastard, you're cheating again!"
"Ohh... Did a monkey just beat you then? Ahahahaha!"
But then, the fun atmosphere changed when a sweaty, half-naked warden crashed into the room trying to catch his breath. All eyes were on him as he gasped air to speak,
"Help! Help! They have..." Suddenly, a spear struck through his chest and as he fell to the ground, scantily clad men and women flowed into the room. One in particular, a tall bald man made mostly out of muscles, proceeded to the front towering over many of the jailers.
Before they could move, he pointed at their captors and with a loud bellowing voice declared, "Kill the dogs!"
"Uraaaaa!" At that instant, the slaves charged towards the jailers who were caught unprepared.
The ones closest to them were instantly killed without a fight, their weapons quickly used against their comrades who were also swiftly shot down. Some fought back, but without their equipment, the lack of organization made it difficult to mount an effective defense. Thus it wasn't long before all had been beaten, with some meeting their end in a gruesome manner.
A slave fell to the ground after the warden stabbed him while another charged, but the warden deflected his knife, striking him down with haste.
"Where did all these people come from!"
“Hold the line, hold the line you bastards!”
A few wardens managed to arrive quickly to reinforce them but their numbers were far too few and the slaves, despite being unarmed, were easily gaining ground against their former captors,
"Hold the fucking line I said!"
Though the battle had turned badly for them, as the battle line shrank and their ranks began to harden, the wardens managed to hold the slaves back. Striking down those that got too near while ignoring the taunts of the many others. That said, many of their comrades had fallen, and the soldiers watched in horror as some slaves began to don the armor of those who had fallen before them.
Suddenly, the slave's disadvantage of a lack of equipment was wiped away as the now-armed slaves all charged toward the lines of the wardens. Worse still the giant himself joined the ranks
“Hold, hold, hold... Not one step back!”
Their captain, really just a random person taking charge, hardened his voice to display his confidence, but their morale was slowly faltering as more and more wardens began to fall by the seemingly endless amount of slaves.
‘Just how much was imprisoned here?’
Just as he was contemplating his situation three men left their line and ran away,
“Get back here!” He tried to chase after them but a cheer from his side took his attention. Properly armed soldiers began to enter the room in lines and helped bolster their forces,
...
Isaiah stood from the back, watching the battle unfold alongside Porridge,
“Looks like they need help, should we?” Isaiah prepared himself for another fight.
“No...” The old man replied, “They’re coming,”
“Who?”
Just as Isaiah asked, an explosion rocked the room followed by a section of wall collapsing. A stream of prisoners began to unleash their shouts as they rushed to reinforce their brethren in their fight.
“Let them do all the dirty work,” Porridge pointed to their right where a small group of prisoners, led by the fire-wielding man were making their way quietly, "Let's follow them, it looks like they have found something..."
Isaiah needed no further coaching and the two followed after the group, they later found them standing on top of a section of wall,
"I once worked here a long time ago," The fire-bending slave grunted as he pulled out the leg of a table, "There is a hidden passage here that leads upstairs, we should be able to use this for our escape." He turned and saw Isaiah and Porridge arriving,
"Why hello, hope you don't mind us following." Porridge awkwardly laughed as the man nodded,
"It's good, that said..." The fire-bending slave jammed the stick towards a small chip in the wall and began clawing his way through, soon the stone bricks fell revealing two soldiers who was about to pull a lever, "I knew you bastards would be here."
"Scheise!"
Before the soldiers could react, the fire-bending slave tackled them both bringing them down to the ground and a brief melee ensued as the other soldiers from behind tried to gain control over the corridor, but the tight space made it difficult for them to fight with their long weapons. The battle was quick and brutal and soon they were making their way up the stairs, and as they walked out of the dark room, they were met with a brightly lit room
"Woah!"
Massive windows commanded great views of the forest in front while to their sides was a line of statues depicting a variety of busts from animals to muscular men, and half-naked women. Above them, the hallway was illuminated by vast chandeliers with gold linings on top of a plethora of colored candles while their foot touched the thick, heavy, velvety carpet below ontop of glossy marble tiles.
"No way! Everything here is carpeted!" A slave gasped as the others began to look around in awe. "And is this marble!"
"Come on now..." The fire-bending slave tried to call them back to attention but it was in vain.
To many of them, they were born, raised, and should have died in some poor backwater village, with nary a single hope of improvement for their lives, and as such seeing this luxury that they never even dreamed of made some lose sight of their goal. Many began to wander off, beguiled by the shiny splendor around while some even tried to take souvenirs.
A fight ensued between two such slaves who had found a small statue that had some shiny stones around them.
"Ey, gimme that, it's mine!"
"No, it's mine..."
"Stop that... We still have to escape, we are deep in enemy territory." One of the slaves tried to intervene but was shot down by their animal-like stares.
"Escape all you want, I'll stay here and enjoy all these things!"
"Give me that you bastard,"
While the two were trying to fight each other for a few pieces of stone, Porridge meanwhile knelt to feel the fur of the heavy carpet below.
"Selling slaves can get you this much huh?" He looked up and saw Isaiah rather calm, "You don't look surprised kid."
Isaiah looked at Porridge and gave a shy grin, "I've seen something like this sir."
"Eh?" Porridge stood up "You a noble or something?"
"What? No, no, no sir."
"Really?" He stared hard at Isaiah before giving a mischievous grin, "Hahahah, no need to worry," He began to whisper "No need to worry, just, follow me and I'll escort you out of this place... Just, you know..." He flashed the money symbol with his fingers as the grin on his face grew larger,
Isaiah nodded with a nervous smile. He may have misunderstood his background, but if he was willing to help Isaiah out then he would quietly accept that help.
‘That said I have no money.’ He looked away and clicked seethe his tongue, ‘How do I run away from him? Well, he is old so he should be slow,’
As Isaiah was trying to formulate a plan to solve this problem, they were suddenly disturbed by the sound of hurried footsteps from the front. Four slaves, sweat pouring in their foreheads were running with all their might toward them,
“Hey, what’s going-" The fire-bending slave caught one of the running slaves, “Eyy calm down, what’s happening?”
“Ru-run, run for your life!” His face was pale as snow, it looked as if he had just seen a ghost. His eyes were shaking so much that he looked rather pitiable. Others became curious as to what he had just said.
“What’s going on?”
“Eeek.” The slave panicked and flailed himself free from the man's hand. Running towards where his other comrades had left,
“There is no exit there.” Mumbled the fire-bending slave as he looked back when one of the slaves pointed to his front, his fingers quivering from fear.
"Holy shit!"
All the others stopped what they were doing and looked to where he was pointing at, and it was here that their faces grew just as pale as that one slave was. They found out exactly why those slaves ran as fast as they could in the other direction.
After all...
“Huh...No way!”
“Why is he here?”
"Mama!"
Who would willingly put themselves on the path of a behemoth?
A colossus of a human with enormous physical stature the likes that would make the giant from below look like a child. One whose fist alone was larger than Isaiah's head, his size made the hallway look small and tight in comparison. Donning a heavy jet-black armor that resembled a European knight, red linings adorned the sides of the enormous metal shell while his bucket-like helmet carried two feathered plumes of an orange hue, giving him the aura of a mighty demon.
Far and wide, his name resonated like a being of pure calamity, and every slave knew who this person was. As if to solidify their doubts, a necklace with twelve diamond stars was hung around his neck, to them they realized just how unlucky they are now.
"It's him." The fire-wielding slave gasped, "Titan..."
Titan... Just that moniker instilled a sense of dread in their faces,
“Why is he...” The slave shut his mouth as Titan opened his visor and scanned the rabble of strange-looking men in front of a pair of powerfull and dense scarlet eyes. Isaiah felt his gaze pass through him and that alone was enough to make him run out of breath with his legs shaking, others weren’t so lucky as their legs buckled from terror, everyone was paralyzed with fear.
‘We... We have to fight him?’
Gulp...
Isaiah's confidence had been at an all-time high thanks to how broken his abilities were, it gave him a sense of invincibility, as if nothing could ever beat him.
‘But now. His armor...’
A black glowing aura surrounded his armor. An aura that made Isaiah feel as if his magic could do little against him.
“Maybe... Maybe he's here to save us?” One such optimistic thought came from a slave but upon seeing the man behind Titan their faces returned to that of distraught.
“Hehe...” Kilo, the chief warden, grinned smugly as he watched the slaves cower in fear, “You’ve made it this far... I congratulate you. Now then, I shall show you why no one escapes Eisansurgburg!”
“So there was an escape huh, Kilo?” An obese man grabbed Kilo by the shoulder and angrily hissed at him.
“My... My lord, everything’s fine...”
“Fine? They are in front of us!”
“Yes... But I can take care of this. Not a problem.”
“Then hurry up!” The man threw Kilo away who stumbled but quickly gained his footing back, he clicked his tongue whilst looking away, arranging his collar.
“We gotta fight... We have to fight now!” The fire-bending slave began to cheer them up and the more braver ones prepared themselves. But when Titan took a single step forward, their morale was instantly shattered while others began running the opposite way.
Others tried to follow after their fleeing comrades but upon seeing the wall of spears behind them, they paused. Two of those who fled were impaled while the slower one managed to stop herself in time and ran back to the group.
“Shit were trapped...”
“Give up...” Kilo grinned and spoke in a 'kind' manner “I’ll be merciful and only have you all whipped, well, 100 times, nothing much.”
“Fuck you!” Porridge yelled back
“Right...” Kilos' voice dropped, “Kill them all...” He then pointed to Isaiah “Except for him.”
At once the soldiers lifted their spears and threw them like javelins. Four got impaled by their chest and died while one was struck in her foot. The soldiers followed up this attack by drawing their swords and marching forward.
The display of discipline and the fact that half of their number was killed in an instant demoralized them further. Even Isaiah wanted to surrender.
“I don't want to die!”
“Help! HELP!!”
The fire-bending slave looked at the helpless lot and saw Isaiah, “You, your magic... You could use magic right?"
“Eh, what?”
“I don't have that much mana, but I can attack them, you support.”
“What... What do you mean?”
But instead of replying, the fire-bending slave snatched the sword of another slave and proceeded to charge. Two others, perhaps infested by his zeal followed after. But these two were quickly cut down by the soldiers, which stopped the charge of the other more hesitant one. That said...
“Aaaaah!”
The slave easily cut one of the soldier's arms. A sword came running for him from the top but was blocked before he tackled the soldier's body which fell onto the two others at the back. Another tried to charge but was easily avoided.
Realizing his danger, the rest of the soldiers attacked at once and though he was able to deflect two strikes he was beaten back. But before any fatal wound could be applied, the soldiers were suddenly pushed away as if struck by invisible hands.
"Aah!"
"What the!"
Isaiah joined the fray, and lightning erupted from his hands.
"Ohh..."
A soldier charged toward Isaiah with great speed but was struck down by lightning, knocking him unconscious. The others turned their attention to Isaiah and took a few steps back, allowing the fire-bending slave to retreat...
"That... That was good, but..." His eyes turned to Titan who remained silent. "What do we do..."
"This cannot do..." Kilo clicked his tongue and nodded, two hooded figures appeared from behind carrying large wooden staffs. "Fire away. Make sure not to kill any."
The mages then lifted their staffs which started to glow in a reddish-orange light,
"Light, fill my path, destroy my enemies."
Fire materialised from their staffs, before gathering at their circular edges. The mages then pointed the staffs at the slaves,
[Fireball!]
Two balls of fire exploded out of the staff and darted towards the slaves. Isaiah sensing the incoming missiles looked back and raised his hands onto the chandelier above. With a sliding down motion, the chandelier suddenly gave in and fell to the ground with a loud boom, burying the balls of fire in rubble.
The two mages took a step back in surprise but before they could recover, Isaiah pushed the chandelier onwards. The two mages were now in a panic as they hurriedly chanted their attacks launching a set of haphazard missles however it was not enough to halt the advancing chandelier. But before it could hit them, Titan joined the fight,
Although the mages were still firing their magics, Titan sallied forth, the mages were late at stopping themselves but that didn't matter, Titan simply ignored their magics even if it hit him from behind as he reached his left hand out and stopped the chandelier in an instant, he didn't even flinch. Then in a show of strenght, he lifted the chandelier with one hand and threw it back with even greater force.
Kilo wanted to complain, as that throw could kill Isaiah, but before Titan, he couldn't say a single word.
'Oh shit...'
Isaiah hurridly raised his hands and 'caught' the chandelier mid-air, however, his view suddenly became foggy as his head started to ache.
"Ack.."
The force of his throw was so strong that Isaiah was pushed back by a few feet, had he not been careful he would've even fallen to his butt. He bit on his lips and looked around, there he saw Titan take out his axe and begin moving forward. Looking back, he found himself to be alone, seeing that the soldiers had fled the other slaves used the opportunity to escape, not one of them wishing to fight against the giant.
So he was left alone, having been betrayed
'Well not exactly betrayed, we weren't a team in the first place.'
He sighed,
"Still you bastards, you could've left me something!"
He felt himself gagging as he held onto the chandelier. He was angry at the others but felt no further remorse. After all, anger is a luxury for the living. Now that he was alone, he had to somehow defeat this crazy strong giant in front of him, he threw the chandelier back at Titan, but of course, the giant easily took the hit flinching for a moment before continuing on his march like nothing happened.
'Shit... Shit, shit, shit...'
In a panic, Isaiah looked around him and that's when he remembered that below them were the dungeons. He placed his hand on the ground,
"Surrendering are we? Titan, just knock him out, don't kill him." Kilo smugly gave his order,
Titan closed in on Isaiah, it was clear that the giant wasn't even fighting properly and that was fine, it meant that Isaiah had the advantage in surprise, and so when Titan was only a few meters away from him he then released his magic.
"Collapse!"
In an instant, his hold over the floor he had broken was severed, it quickly caved in and broke into a million pieces. Titan tried to move out of the way but was too slow to react. The floor below him opened its mouth and swallowed the black giant whole, soon Titan had disappeared into the abyss.
CRASSSH!
A powerful boom told everyone what had just happened,
Everyone paused.
They had just witnessed Titan, one of the most powerful beings in the entire continent, fall to the ground in a single attack. Some of the soldiers who stood behind Titan a while ago began to drop their weapons in panic. Even the mages lost their courage and fled, leaving behind their two masters to fend for themselves...
Kilo, in panic, screamed at Isaiah, "5... 50, no 100 Gold coins to anyone who could bring him down."
The offer must have been really large since the soldiers suddenly regained their spirits and broke into a frenzy in an attempt to bag the cash prize. Thus having their attention diverted, the two men turned away to leave the scene, but just as they did so, a lady, who was chained by the fat noble ran forward in an attempt to escape. She fell to the ground, the chains holding her back, but this fall caused the gag on her mouth to fall off, allowing her to scream for help,
"Help! Help me, please!"
The fat noble dragged the chain, as he tried to leave but by this point, he found himself unable to move.
Isaiah wasn't too sure why, nor what exactly compelled him to act. But when he met her eyes, there was a strong surge edging him to save her. This would have been a terrible choice as she was of no importance to him, she was cute but she looked too weak to be of any use once they did manage to go outside, that said, whether because of her desperation or that instinctual urge for men to save a maiden in distress, Isaiah found himself stepping into her aid.
Isaiah ran onwards and leaped at the hole, by floating pieces of tiles underneath him he was able to cross the distance, his control was weak but sturdy enough for him to arrive at the other side in a few moments. The soldiers who were about to charge him meanwhile stopped at their location, seeing he was coming for them. This however allowed him to sweep them all away in a single strike, with but a move in his arm they all fell towards the same hole that once swallowed up that huge monster.
"Let her... Let her go." Isaiah hesitated but made his declaration. "Release her now!"
"You-you have made a terrible mistake! If you do not go on your knees right now I swear to have you killed!"
Isaiah wasn't sure why, but he felt a terrible urge to beat the life out of this man. Lightning began to burst out of Isaiah's hands as he rushed for the fat noble, clenching his fist, the electric-charged punch struck him in his face causing his body to reverberate and his hair to rise, he fell to the ground with a loud thump while his hand let go of the chain. Isaiah felt his hand go numb, the man's face was tough, not steel-like tough but the kind as if insulated with layers upon layers of rubber,
"You... You!" Kilo shook as he pointed at Isaiah, "Are you aware of what you have done, you're dead, you are dead!"
"So what?" Isaiah was just about to punch Kilo when suddenly a hand held his from behind, looking back he saw the lady and for the third time in his life, his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful, and he could feel it straight into his heart, especially now that he was close he could see her beauty in full.
Her face was fair and as white as snow, her skin was radiant and healthy. Her blue round eyes brimmed with an innocent, gentle beauty while her silvery hair glistened like gemstones. Although the rough treatment had taken its toll she still held an unearthly level of charm,
"Thank you..." Her voice was low, adding only to her shy looks "I swear on-"
She was interrupted when a large object crashed not too far from where they were. Looking back, Isaiah saw Kilo dragging Caleb with him alongside a few soldiers, but at the same time, the jet-black battleaxe that Titan carried with him stood in their midst, red glowing viens emanating an eerie hue. Then he heard creaking noises, he turned his head and saw a hand emerge from below.
Crash!
It was followed by his bloody helmet.
It felt like he was riding an elevator with how overtly dramatic his ascendance was. Anger and rage flowed from his eyes, as he looked at Isaiah with a glare sharp enough to kill weaker people. Isaiah took a step back from this intense hostility as the man displayed his full strength before him. He felt very intimidated, like he was facing down someone he could never hope to beat, after all, with just a single arm he lifted his body which should weigh a few tons.
Titan then stood his massive bulk in front of Isaiah, the lady having run back behind him for safety. Isaiah felt once more the fear he felt when he first saw him.
A massive wall this man was.
"Looks like we have to run... How fast can yo-"
"Why are you doing this Titan?" The lady suddenly spoke first, interrupting Isaiah, though she still hid from his back.
"None of your concern frauen Nicole... It's that man I am after." His bassy voice was enough to make any man quiver in jealousy. "Now leave him, so that he may die."
"Why? What made you stoop this low?"
"You guys know each other?" Isaiah asked,
"Indeed... He... He is why I am here," Nicole replied,
"Orders are orders..." Titan bunched both his fists and charged. Isaiah and Nicole didn't think too much and bolted out of the area as quickly as they possibly could.