Isiah stood over Khaz, his gaze unwavering as he watched his defeated opponent struggle with the excruciating pain.
Khaz, his once-confident demeanor shattered along with his bones, clenched his teeth to stifle his cries of agony.
"You made your mind, finally," Isiah remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of irritation and curiosity.
He crouched down, bringing himself closer to the man who had been a formidable adversary just moments ago.
"I wonder why you always act so stupidly," Isiah continued, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "You better learn to measure others' energies before engaging in a fight with them. If I was not needing information, you would have been long dead."
Khaz, wrapped in a self-imposed fetal position, nodded weakly in response. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he fought to contain the waves of pain coursing through his body.
