When Issac regained consciousness, he found his hands bound with tight ropes. The surroundings were unfamiliar, and there was no trace of Aurora Flare. Two men in black clothes stood guard, indicating that Issac was in a place resembling a prison.
The prison was within a dark cave, devoid of any light. The damp walls and eerie silence added to the mysterious and unsettling atmosphere. Issac's senses heightened as he tried to make sense of his surroundings in the absence of illumination.
Issac pondered his predicament, tapping into his intellect to strategize an escape plan. This situation felt familiar, and he began recalling similar instances where his wit had guided him out of tight spots.
Issac observed the guard, noticing a key hanging at his side. He decided to address the guard, calling out, "Hello, my name is Javert." However, the guard paid no heed, remaining indifferent to Issac's words.
"Shut up!" barked one of the guards, clearly irritated by Issac's attempt to communicate.
But Issac noticed a blue object on the guard's wrist, probably a watch. Undeterred, Issac remarked, "Hey, nice watch." The guard barked at him, more annoyed than ever, and Issac replied with a resigned "Okay."
Issac, using the improvised weapon of tied thread and stones, threw it directly at one guard. The impact made a thud, causing the guard to collapse. The other guard, witnessing this, rushed toward Issac with a mix of surprise and anger.
As the improvised weapon found its mark, the guard crumpled to the ground, creating a momentary diversion. Seizing the opportunity, Issac swiftly scanned the cave for any signs of Aurora Flare. The dim light revealed a subtle shimmer in the corner, and Issac's heart quickened with hope. He cautiously approached, discovering Aurora Flare concealed in the shadows.
With the freed spirit by his side, Issac began contemplating his next move. The cave, though still a confining prison, felt less daunting now that he had a companion. The subdued atmosphere echoed with the distant sounds of dripping water, creating an eerie ambiance that fueled Issac's determination to escape.
Issac swiftly seized the moment, leveraging the distraction caused by the fallen guard. He moved with agility, dodging the oncoming assault of the remaining guard. With a quick and calculated maneuver, Issac managed to disarm the guard, relieving him of his weapon. The tide of the confrontation shifted as Issac now held the upper hand.
The disarmed guard, momentarily stunned, hesitated in his approach. Issac, with newfound confidence, surveyed his surroundings, searching for an escape route. The cave's walls seemed to close in, but Issac's determination burned brighter. Aurora Flare, sensing the urgency, emanated a subtle glow, casting a faint light that revealed potential paths within the cavernous enclosure.
Taking advantage of the guard's momentary hesitation, Issac lunged forward, delivering a decisive blow that incapacitated the guard. He now stood alone in the dimly lit cave, Aurora Flare by his side, contemplating the next steps in his quest for freedom. The cave, once a prison, now echoed with the victorious heartbeat of a rebel on the path to unraveling the mysteries of his journey.
In an unexpected turn of events, a young man emerged, adorned in a vibrant yellow short hairs His hands gripped a finely crafted recurved bow, while a dagger nestled in his pocket hinted at his preparedness for various scenarios. Breaking the tense silence, he offered a simple yet friendly greeting, "Hello," signaling a potential ally in this peculiar situation.
n the dimly lit cave, a young man named Oliver, dressed in a vibrant yellow SHIRT AND YELLOW HAIR and armed with a recurved bow and dagger, suddenly appeared. Issac, still tied up, greeted him cautiously, demanding to know his name. The fox spirit, sensing the tension, fixated its gaze on Oliver. Issac's serious tone hung in the air as they faced an unforeseen encounter in the depths of their imprisonment.
Oliver, with a hint of surprise, greeted Issac. "How the hell did you escape the prison? Sorry, but you're not going anywhere. You just stumbled upon our base," he said, his tone a mix of curiosity and suspicion, creating an uneasy atmosphere in the cave.
Issac responded with a determined "Okay," swiftly using his improvised weapon, a stone attached to a thread, aiming for Oliver's head. However, Oliver skillfully dodged the projectile, showcasing his agility and alertness.
"Oh, surprise, Oliver! Nice aim," said Oliver, but he swiftly countered by using an arrow and aiming for Issac's chest. However, Aurora Flare guarded him with a blue shield of flame, leaving Issac surprised by the unexpected turn of events.
"How did you block that?" hissed Oliver. Nevertheless, Oliver unleashed a barrage of arrows in every direction. Issac dodged from stone to stone, rock to tree, utilizing the natural cover of the cave surrounded by green trees and smoky shadows.
A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.
In the dimly lit cave, Oliver's hiss echoed, perplexed by Issac's unexpected defense. Undeterred, Oliver conjured a relentless storm of arrows, forcing Issac to dance between stones, rocks, and trees. The cave's shadows mingled with the greenery, creating an intricate tapestry of evasion and concealment.
With nimble agility, Issac, armed with his makeshift weapon, directed his movements towards a looming rock on the verge of collapse under Oliver's arrow onslaught. As Oliver pursued, unaware of the impending danger, Issac plotted his countermove, threading through the cave's labyrinthine shadows.
In a display of unparalleled agility, Issac seamlessly flowed between offensive and defensive maneuvers. His sword danced through the air with a mesmerizing precision, creating a symphony of swishes, swooshes, and swift swipes. Oliver, caught off guard by Issac's cunning and diverse fighting styles, found himself struggling to anticipate each move. With a blend of acrobatics, precise strikes, and strategic dodges, Issac gradually wore down Oliver's defenses. The cave echoed with the clash of blades, punctuated by Issac's calculated attacks
As Oliver relentlessly pursued Issac through the treacherous terrain, unaware of the impending danger, Issac skillfully led him towards a massive rock on the verge of collapse. With precise timing, Issac orchestrated a series of swift movements, enticing Oliver to follow him closely. The tension in the air grew palpable as the rock, loosened by Issac's strategic strikes, finally succumbed to gravity. With a thunderous crash, the colossal rock descended upon Oliver, squashing him beneath its weight. The echoes of his defeat reverberated through the cave, marking the end of the confrontation.
As Issac ventured deeper into the cave, a sense of urgency gripped him. "I need to find my weapon before those two guys return," he muttered to himself. Pressing onward, Issac's keen eyes spotted a door tucked away in the shadows. With a determined stride, he approached the door and cautiously pushed it open. Inside, an array of weapons greeted him, gleaming in the dim light. Yet, to his dismay, there was no sign of his beloved katana among them. Despite his thorough search, Issac's weapon remained elusive, adding to his growing unease
In the absence of his trusted katana, Issac's hand gravitated towards a sleek dagger among the assortment of weapons. He grasped it firmly, feeling its weight and edges. The dagger, though not his preferred weapon, emanated a sense of purpose in Issac's hands. Determined and armed, he continued his journey through the mysterious depths of the cave, dagger at the ready.
The man in the white track suit and sunglasses, accompanied by the one who initially incapacitated Issac, confronted him in the dimly lit cave. "Hello, you! You managed to escape. I was just about to end you, but it seems you've come seeking your demise," the man taunted with a menacing grin.
Issac retorted defiantly, "In your dreams," as Aurora Flare vanished, leaving an air of uncertainty in the dimly lit cave.
"Where the hell is Oliver?" demanded the man. "I killed him," replied Issac, his tone defiant and resolute.
"Oh, I knew Oliver was weak, but you managed to kill a villain whose rank was, ahh, I guess 10999," said the man with a smile. "But my rank is even higher than him—you can say 10000."
Issac felt a chill run down his spine. Now, he had no choice but to escape, knowing there was no chance to defeat a villain of such high rank.
In the face of the daunting revelation about the villain's astronomical rank of 10,000, Issac's resolve wavered. The odds seemed insurmountable, and a sense of dread gripped him. With a sinking feeling, he realized that escape was his only viable option in this perilous encounter. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him as he pondered the unknown challenges that lay ahead.
SHALL I KILL YOU WITH PAIN OR WORSED BY THE WAY BEFORE YOU DIE MY NAME IS KOTRI SAID THE MAN
Despite the dire circumstances, Issac's spirit remained unbroken. He defiantly challenged the villain's threat with a resolute tone, "You can try your worst, but I won't be easily subdued. Whether it's pain or painless, I won't let you break my will." The words echoed in the cavern, a testament to Issac's determination in the face of impending danger.
Now, Issac rushed toward the man, but the man simply moved his finger, and a crystal material in his hand clanked, breaking Issac's dagger. "Oh, shit," cursed Issac.
"Hah! What happened?" said the man, but he rushed toward Issac faster than Issac could imagine. With a swift move, Issac used his leg to kick the man in the head. The man dodged, but Issac retaliated by grabbing the man's chest, lifting him, and then dropping him with a thud. AURORA FLARE came right in Issac shadow.
Surprised, Issac and the fox spirit used the shield right at the man's neck and sprouted, while the man used his technique called crystal manipulation and tried to dodge.
Issac, in a swift move, seized the man by the neck and skillfully employed the thread to secure a tight bind. His voice, cold and resolute, pierced the air, warning the man against underestimating his adversary. The cave echoed with a sense of triumph and uncertainty.
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE YOUR OPONENT said Issac in a serious tone.
"Okay," said the man, "it's with Angelina, the 14th leader of our organization. But she just went out. Please, leave me be. The escape route, alright. Just go straight, take a left, then a right, and use the stairs. You'll find the exit, but be cautious, guards are around."
Issac, still holding the man firmly, listened attentively to the information. "Angela, 14th leader," Issac muttered to himself, committing the details to memory. With a decisive nod, he acknowledged the man's plea. "I'll let you live for now, but if you're lying..." Issac's voice trailed off, leaving an ominous threat hanging in the air. With that, he released his grip, and the man slumped to the ground, gasping for air. Issac then proceeded to follow the indicated escape route, determined to reclaim his katana and confront Angela.
The man was gasping for air when suddenly a rock came right at his head with a thud, blood splattering all around the place. Issac had killed him.