"Know this, I should have killed earlier."
That was the first sentence when Isaac was in a mysterious place. He looked up into a very spacious room. The length is so vast that it is barely visible. The walls are red, made of bedrock. Twinkling around him. Blends with other stones. On the roof, there is a carving in the form of a battle between Dewa Ila against a mysterious figure in the form of black graffiti. It's not clear who the opponent is. The shape is concave with no lighting at all. Despite having a receptacle for lighting, no one knows where the candle is. Plus, it smells like rotting eggs. Isaac held back his nausea. Tidy hair due to exposure to dust. Including the school uniform worn. Not to forget, the dust sticks to make a sneezing sound from Issac's nose. A few seconds later, the silver-haired youth saw that the floor was filled with a mixture of human blood and animal dung or black sticky liquid. Issac's head bent down on Bullmond's body in a crooked state. The right hand released the grip of the giant axe. Isaac repeatedly blinked. Seeing a spear still stuck in the hole in the right eyeball.
Then, Issac drew his black spear. Blood dripped from the tip of his spear. The silver-haired youth threw away the remaining blood, putting it on his back. He felt Bullmond's body was already lifeless. The blinks and glances of Issac's eyes focused on the limbs of the bull-headed monster. The loud sound swayed slowly, until he chose not to make a sound. His two legs walked slowly while holding his palms on Bullmond's body. Until he felt the chewy inside. Isaac pulled out his wand. The palm of the right hand rotates the wand. Pulling the skin inside the internal organs. Finally, Isaac decided to take something inside. Feels sticky and disgusting. The silver-haired youth lifted him up until the stickiness disappeared and broke. Issac extended his right hand into the internal organs. Even if you squeezed internal organs such as intestines and kidneys, however, there was nothing there. Frustration in Isaac. Lifting the right arm while rubbing the palm of the hand on Bullmond's skin. His lips fell open. Feeling that what he felt was not comfortable. Issac hissed glaring sharply at the corpse. Finally, the silver-haired youth cut off his horns as a souvenir. However, Isaac's footsteps stopped for a moment. Notice the porous horns. The place where his right eyeball bleeds after being poked by his black spear.
"But how do you cut the horn?" he muttered in thought.
He didn't have anything sharp except his black spear. Rotate right palm. An ancient language symbol that is not from the Epuni. Isaac frowned. Take a deep breath. He descended Bullmond's body. Rummaged every inch of the body around. The sound of splashing water flowing from above. Footsteps were heard from the left. Isaac turned to the source of the voice. However, no one was there. Slow steps from the silver-haired youth's left foot, left hand reaching back. Half bent position with eyes glaring there. There was an iron bar door open. He pushed open the door. There was a squeaking sound at the door. Issac walked slowly while taking the torch.
The moment he was in the next room, three pillars were made of bedrock. The water ran down the pillar. Five holes on each side, given a magic fence so that monsters don't attack. However, it is not important.
The silver-haired youth walked slowly. His steps were careful while paying attention to other small things. Splashes of water fall to the ground. Produces an echoing sound. Issac walked slowly through the five sides of the hole beside him. While taking out his black wand. His two eyes glanced at all the areas in front of his eyes. Both of his palms gripped the black colored magic energy. The silver-haired youth saw the undead being resurrected. Isaac decided to attack. Insert into the orb. Leave them dead. One by one, Isaac had killed them. The weakness lies in the orbs on the chest, the internal organs that were attacked just now. And it's effective.
"Hello! Who is there?" said Isaac.
An echoing voice rang out around him. Issac thought he was in a cavern encompassing a vast area. The silver-haired youth entered a different place than usual. Previously long hallways connected to each other. Now, Issac has just found a hidden cave. There is a mineral rock in the shape of a sharp triangle. The surface is rough and see-through. Produces colors when Issac takes close range.
He decided to come closer. Trying to be curious about the stone in front of his eyes. The touch of Issac's left palm, increased the magical energy within the silver-haired youth. He was shocked to feel it.
On the left, there is a rusty sword. But it can still be used as long as it's just for chopping or slicing. Isaac took it. Turned towards the bull-headed monster to dissect. Although the cut is rough and does not produce good quality, at least it can be used for self-protection or just cutting. That was more than enough according to Isaac. The silver-haired youth gripped his horns, one cut. Bullmond's horn came off. Pocketed by Issac and put in a special waist bag. The bag can store several items that have fallen after hunting monsters.
Step right foot lifted, back of the buttocks to face Bullmond's body. However, the position is not profitable. Isaac turned back again. Sticks the sword into Bullmond's body. Blood splattered around Isaac. Resulting in all clothes worn full of blood. Drawn the sword vertically. Dissect Bullmon's body so that its internal organs are quite large. The right hand finishes what has just not been finished. The slime in his body was so strong. Until he wants to sell goods to the shop. Who knows, the money generated may attract monster sellers and collectors.
On the right, there is an untouched treasure box. Issac's instincts told him that it was a trap that had been set up for people to infiltrate there.
Both feet stepped towards the treasure box. Past the walls of the wide corridor. As Issac approached the box, an inscription was written in Epuni which means 'be careful'. Until he heard the sound of footsteps kicking the pebbles from ahead. Issac brandished his spear. Apparently, a young man named Reynold had come to see him. The two young men had heart attacks accompanied by shock to see each other.
"Issac!" spit out Reynolds.
"Sorry!"
"You're just giving me a heart attack!" shrieked Reynolds at Isaac.
But the silver-haired youth turned his face to the left. Reynold slapped his forehead up to his own face.
"You just clicked your tongue didn't you?"
"It's nothing I say! By the way, what place is this?" rebutted and asked from Issac's mouth to Reynold.
"I don't know."
Good. An unpleasant answer, Isaac muttered to himself. The silver-haired youth and Reynold took turns taking the loot from Bullmond. Hoping Reynolds found what he was looking for.
On the other hand, a swarm of undead rose to their feet. His eyes flashed red eyeballs. Prepare to attack Isaac from behind.
~o0o~
Both Reynold and Issac hated being so unprofitable. The bullets on the shotgun are running out. Makes himself useless in long range fire. The tight grip on the saw blade sent black colored energy running through his arm. Issac saw that something was wrong with Reynold. Every time he took a step, he always grabbed or checked his left arm. Something that made Reynold unfocused. The silver-haired youth paused for a moment. Hear the roar from a distance.
Suddenly, growling sounds came from the surrounding undead. Carry various kinds of weapons such as shield swords, spears, arrows and axes. Circular position until Reynold and Isaac are squeezed. However, the two of them didn't care about that kind of thing. The silver-haired youth blinked once. Takes out a spear by releasing black magic energy. Then, the center stick is rotated. His head lowered in tandem with Reynolds reflex. A glance at his two eyeballs noticed the movement of the circular attack. Luckily, Reynold squatted faster. Otherwise, he will be hit by Isaac. The attack just now had injured the undead in the head. The screams of the silver-haired youth echoed. The back of the spear was gripped tightly. Throws a spear towards a large area point. The distance between the two of them with the spear was quite far. However, the undead did not know that the silver-haired youth had prepared something for the gathering. The right fist gripped tightly. The orbs of the undead cracked and shattered at the same time. Reynold opened the saw blade. Pointing the tip upwards, slashing with a single strike. One of the undead split in a diagonal shape. Cracks shattered dozens of fused bones.
On the other hand, Issac continued to hunt the undead until there were none left. The magic energy gained was drained away. He took a quick breath and his knees began to relax. Two undead attacked from behind. Reynold pushed to the left with a kick, walking fast while cutting the necks of two undead at once. His body fell on the floor and the orb started to break. Both Issac and Reynold were starting to run out of breath. His legs were unable to stand back up. Finally, they hurriedly straightened the muscles in their legs. Moved until it starts to feel weak. The wand that was in the waist pocket would be used by Issac.
"Really tiring…"
"Without you taking action, I already knew the monster would appear."
"Really? If only you hadn't disappeared for a while—"
Before Issac finished speaking, Reynold hissed. The index fingers touch each other's lips. They both hear something. A squeaking sound from the north. Surprisingly, with strength remaining, Issac and Reynolds walked towards the origin of the voice. When they got there, there was nothing but books lying on the floor. The rusty sword and saw blade were sheathed around the waist and back. The book was picked up by Reynolds. Get out a medium flame. Burning like a candle for light.
The brown cover and its thickness almost reached hundreds of neatly arranged sheets. In the middle, there is a red rope marker. The handwriting of R.L's initials is neat and slanted to the right. Out of curiosity, Reynold opened the first page first. Issac who seemed to be getting tired, sat down and stretched his legs. Page after page read by Reynold. Focus on reading that is difficult to understand. Starting from the time, place and experience. Reynolds muttered long.
"How?" asked Isaac.
"This book contains a diary from the author's perspective. Likely, there is a connection between Edgeville Prison and Aeckland Stronghold."
"Edgeville Prison? Do you know where that place is?" asked Isaac again.
Reynolds walked around. The index finger is raised. Forming the eight cardinal directions. Isaac didn't understand what he meant at first. Both eyes widened in shock. His mouth gaped in disbelief at the facts. The palm of the right hand covers his mouth.
"This is Edgeville Prison. A prison devoted to monsters or experimental creatures from researchers sent by Diligent Prince Waldwin."
"You must be joking," said Issac of Reynold's statement.
But it looks like it has come true. The silver-haired youth was confused about having to explain to him.
~o0o~
Footsteps rushed from a large room. To be precise, the room inside was exclusively for the Principal of the Daponia Academy. Together with Professor Tristan happened to be carrying a secret document. His wand opened a special storage area and only he knew how to use it. The magic circle is rotated counterclockwise. The rotation is faster. Professor Tristan's right hand put the document inside. Just reissued. The magic circle began to disappear.
"Kids are starting to worry about the state of this school," said Professor Tristan.
"I think so. It was natural because one and one student had died at school. No one knows how to beat that thing called Astraldi," said Professor Read.
"Astradi? Who gave it that weird name?"
"According to Professor Watts, his parents had encountered the cursed creature during their adventures," Professor Read replied.
"Astraldi, Astraldi, Astraldi… that invisible spirit beast huh?"
"Really. He said, there was an incident where you were involved in that."
Professor Read's words just now made Professor Tristan's footsteps stop for a moment. His head was down. His body was shaking. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath. Imagining himself in the situation mentioned just now.
Screams and cries alternated. Shouting for help to those who are still alive. She couldn't stop her tears when she remembered it.
However, the situation began to change. Professor Tristan couldn't hide the anger inside him. The palm of the hand is so felt. Gripped tightly until it vibrated quite violently. Professor Read glanced at the familiar figure in Professor Tristan's eyes. If only Professor Watts were here, of course he would be able to provide valuable information to both of them. However, Professor Read was unable to move any deeper. The pounding of the feet is not felt. Right in front of the two of them.
"Edgeville Incident… I don't want to talk about it!"
Suddenly the two sides attacked each other. The two Astraldis attacked the two teachers. Resulting in Professor Read bouncing. While the first Astraldi also experienced the same thing. However, the effect has no effect whatsoever. Professor Tristan opened the necklace around his neck. A wolf with blue fur appeared. Thick to barely visible real body parts. And pulled out fangs and saliva dripped onto the floor. A sharp gaze was directed at Astraldi. Three steps from Professor Tristan's feet walked. Brandishing a wand and activating flames around him.
Professor Read groaned in pain. However, his body is fine. However, for some reason the aura of hatred grew stronger around the area. Luckily, no students crossed the corridor area.
"Professor Tristan!"
"Feel this bastard killer!"
A blazing flame grew, coiling around the Astraldi being. The wand is twisted with the tip flashing. The flames are getting bigger. Astraldi couldn't get close because the wall of fire had thickened. On the other hand, Professor Read was flabbergasted at the expression of anger and hatred within him. Full of sweat all over his face. Felt that it wasn't the Professor Tristan he knew. But a survivor figure in Edgeville Incident named Tristan Carr.
"Professor!"
"Don't come near Read!" snapped Professor Tristan without turning his face to Professor Read.
The Astraldis passed through the wall of fire with ease. Professor Tristan still hasn't given up. He had a trump card to use to finish them off.