If it weren't for his rather unique talents, Isaac wouldn't have made it this far.
But ultimately, his strength was still far too weak.
The stench of rotten breath hit his face.
Isaac, in despair, closed his eyes, bracing for the imminent death.
But then, something unexpected happened.
After a long wait, Isaac felt no pain whatsoever.
Instead, it felt like something was smeared on his face, sticky and warm.
He instinctively licked it off, froze for a moment, and then suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"What's going on?" Isaac looked around, and the scene before him left him utterly speechless.
The terrifying monsters that had closed in on him were now all impaled through their heads by iron spears, standing straight up on the ground. Black blood gushed out from their bodies.
He wiped his face and was hit with the overpowering stench.
