Walking out of the hotel, Issac struggled not to stagger in his steps as the overwhelming feeling of having too much negative energy in his body.
It was like when your stomach was too full of food, making it hard for you to even walk.
But this time, every movement hurt because Issac had to hold himself back. If he allowed the negative energy swirling in him to just do as it liked ... well, it will not turn out well.
I guess I do have something to thank that old man for. Issac thought, walking past the vehicles and people. If my body is not what it is now ... I would have been torn to pieces just from the sheer force of the energy contained in me.
Then again, if it wasn't for him, I would not be in this position in the first place.
Huh. What to do? I am an ungrateful person after all.
He rounded the corner and stood there, pulling out a lollipop and placed it in his mouth, waiting.
