The young soldier began to distribute the bowls to the prisoners, sliding them inside the cells, directly underneath the slaves. Of course, the slaves were stuck to the walls by chains and couldn't even move the slightest, but that didn't seem like a problem to him.

He continued on handing the filled bowls, ignoring the groans and moans of the prisoners. Only three cells were occupied by slaves, each cell built to hold four at once. Three prisoners were stored in the cell to his right while two were on his left. Once he finished handing out the bowls to the first two he made his way over to the last one.

"Ohh..." His eye caught that of the prisoner in between Isaiah and Porridge. He retrieved a two feet long stick from his back and proceeded to prod the man's body. "Dead eh?"

"What was that?"

"Ah, herr Guts, this man here is dead..." The young soldier replied to the bearded man.

"I see, I see..." Guts grabbed the stick off the soldier and prodded the lifeless body of the man without care, then he shook his head, "Nothing to do then, I'll give the report, for now, feed them."

"Ja!"

As he distributed the bowls for Isaiah and Porridge, his eyes met Isaiah's. The young slave's smile caused the soldier to pause, his calm demeanor made him rather unnerved.

'Did they catch a crazy?' He asked himself, his face showing visible signs of disgust before returning himself to Guts.

-

The soldier disappeared from his view, and Isaiah felt very annoyed. The way the soldier looked at him and the fact that the bowl was placed below him despite the fact that he was held back by chains made him irritated,

'Okay I am hungry, how do I eat? Slurp them up?'

He watched his bowl, it was a thick-looking soup of some strange brown liquid. There were a few objects floating around it. Its very sight made him very hesitant to eat that abomination.

'Curry? That... That looks gross, I might just pass up on that for now, maybe better food will com-' His stomach began to growl, 'I... Damn it, fine, that'll do for now... Ugh, I can already taste that...'

As he watched his meal, he saw something come out of the shadows underneath him, it slowly made its way over his food.

'Wait...'

But as he watched, with horror, he heard a loud thack coming from outside followed by chains moving somewhere. His body was suddenly freed from the chains holding him back, making him fall to the ground, chin first. His face was splashed by the soup and its contents, some of which entered his mouth.

Well, it wasn't just him but everyone else who had this same rude experience, though it seemed they were all used by this.

“What the...” The old man, having been awakened from his sleep, lifted his face out of his ration. Isaiah meanwhile felt something squirming inside his mouth, almost instantly he felt his stomach drop...

‘Shi...'

O_O

He felt biting onto something squishy which gushed out this extremely bitter substance. At once he barged it out of his mouth only to find.

‘Cockroach...’ Isaiah gagged and vomited the ucky substance,

But all the bitterness he felt was suddenly washed away when he heard a pinging sound coming from somewhere.

[You have leveled up]

This was followed by his status page suddenly opening back up.

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Name: Isaiah Petre Dragovitch

Level: 15

HP 158/158 MP 199/199

STR: 24

AGI: 24

INT: 47

ATR: 3

Talents (Passive)

[INT Boost II]

[Holy Blessings I]

[Taming I]

Abilities (Active)

[Manipulation]

[Electric]

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‘Wait what...’

His eyes scanned his status page but froze after seeing how rapidly his MP was being drained.

[MP 172/199]

‘So leveling up refreshes my stat... No wait, ahh, ahh, escape, escape!'

As those thoughts formed in his mind, one thing caught his attention,

[(Abilities) Electric]

“Lightning...”

-

Guts observed the slaves as they drank their soup. He himself didn't know what exactly they were feeding them but he could tell just by looking at it that he would never try the soup even when offered...

'That said...' His eyes then turned to the lifeless body of the now-dead man, 'Shit... I had wanted to buy that man... Shame, what a shame,'

He was about to leave when a blue flash made him look back,

"Aah, Ka-Karl!" Guts called out to the young soldier and when he arrived, he too showed the same shocked expression as his boss,

-

Lightning streaked around his whole body at a voltage high enough that it caused much of the metals inside to shake. The heat produced burnt through much of the chains, disabling their magic and making them weak enough for Isaiah to escape.

"Ohh..." Isaiah felt the world-shaking around him, "Must have used too much... Agh, the cockroach as well..." He relaxed his eyes to calm his senses and met the two men in front of him, their jaws agape...

Isaiah stared at them for a while, before all three of them assumed battle positions. Isaiah raised his fist and Guts unsheathing his sword,

"Call... Call for backup!"

"Sir?" Karl hesitated in moving away, prompting Guts to shove him out in anger,

"Go!"

Karl dropped his stuff and went running for the door. Isaiah, realizing what was about to happen abruptly stretched his hand out,

"Wait don't!"

Then, Isaiah felt a strong force leave his hands like some kind of might gush of wind. Karl slammed himself to the door, yet despite being a door that swings outside, it never opened.

"What the..." Karl panicked and began to push his body harder to the door, realizing that it was somehow shut close, he began to bang at its body screaming for help outside.

Isaiah stood shocked.

'Wind?' He asked himself, 'It was definitely wind there... But...'

A quick check at his status page never mentioned wind magic anywhere,

'Could it be?'

Guts, seizing the opportunity, quickly leaped for Isaiah, swinging his sword.'

"Die!"

"No!"

Isaiah moved his hand over to Guts, and at the instant, he thought of it, the sword from Gut's hand was yanked violently out of his hands. The action must have painfully stretched his triceps as Guts fell to the ground writhing in pain,

"Aaaaah!" He slammed his right hand to the floor below, "You... You bastard,"

"Ahaha..." Isaiah looked at his hands, "This... This is my cheat skill,"

"Uaaaaah!" Karl, his sword unsheathed, ran straight towards Isaiah... Isaiah pointed his hands at Karl and the man was instantly blown away, having crashed his head onto the bars from behind knocking him out instantly,

'I... I don't have wind magic, does this mean that manipulation is being able to control things?'

"Interesting... Very interesting."

"Agh, hey... Hey Isaiah... Free me?"

"Oh... Right, right, wait."

Isaiah aimed his hand at Porridge causing the man to panic,

"No, no, no... Not that... You idiot you want me to die?"

"Ohh... No, no, ahh... Just..."

"No, no, no, no... Get that hand off me, I don't want to be blown away from this place."

"Look... Ah," Isaiah pointed his palm at Porridge and closed it...

"Heee." The old man closed his eyes,

Crrrk.

The chains behind his back cracked like biscuits...

"Eeh?"

Soon the chains fell off his wrist...

"Huh..."

Isaiah returned his attention to the bars in front, and with a swipe of his hand, the metallic rods began to bend in all manner, creating enough space for him to easily move through. This was a feat impossible for a guy like Isaiah, but with his strange but wonderful magic, it was easy as pie.

"That..." Isaiah felt his head shake when he bent the bars, that said, it returned back to normal after a while... "I should be careful."

"You! You!" Guts crawled towards Karl's unconscious body and took out the man's sword, "Come near, me... I swear you come near. Eeek!"

With a simple swipe, the sword from Guts' hand was thrown away and the man's face instantly turned to that of fear,

"Please, wait... Mercy, mercy!"

"Wait... What's going on?" Some of the slaves, wondering what was happening opened their mouths, "Is there an escapee."

Isaiah looked around and saw the faces of the other slaves in their cages,

"Oi you, let us out!" "Yeah free us!" "Let us beat those son'o bitches!"

The slaves, seeing their captors suddenly brought to their knees began to heckle with delight as they urged Isaiah to free them, some speaking in languages he had never heard of...

"Aah, right." Isaiah proceeded to make his way onto one when suddenly,

"Wawawawawawawait!" Guts pleaded to Isaiah, "We can talk this through."

"Why would I?" Isaiah asked as he pointed at the mark on his shoulder,

"There... There is no need for you to free them all! If... If you, do... If you do then things will become chaotic, why not just escape by yourself? I can help you out... I can bring you outside, as long as you promise me that you will not kill me..."

"LIES!" "Kill that man!" "Rip his ear out!"

"SHUT... No, no, wait..." Guts smiled awkwardly at Isaiah, "I can help you escape, yes, no need to free all..."

"Young man..." Porridge placed his hand on Isaiah's shoulder, "Those people will chase you to the ends of earth if you escape. You can run far, but you will be caught, mark my words... No one had yet escaped this prison."

"..." Guts began to sweat, "That is lies, there was a man..."

"But if we all escape... They will have to chase us all. They may be many, but they wouldn't be able to chase all of us at once."

"No... Please..." Guts' face melted as he heard Porridge's words, it didn't help that Isaiah quickly agreed. "You don't have to..."

"Oi Guts..." Suddenly, the metal door opened and a soldier peeked inside, his hands picking on his nose nonchalantly. "What's taking..."

He paused and blinked twice... There, the soldier saw Guts and Karl on the floor and two scantily clad men in front of them.

"Escape! ESCAP." Before the man could produce any more sound, Isaiah knocked him out with a swipe,

"Shit... Looks like that's it..."

"Ahaha, ahahahah!" Guts began to laugh like a maniac, "You will never escape...

"Right." Porridge nodded as he began to search his body,

"Oi, you, what are you..."

Porridge took fished out a ring of keys and began to open the cages. Gut's face went pale the moment he saw the slaves freed from their shackles and move out of their cages. One, in particular, was a man whose body was that of an athlete...

The slave moved in front of Guts,

"Remember this?" He showed him the scar on his neck, "You caused this,"

"Hehehe... We... We can work things out."

Smack!

Guts was instantly knocked unconscious by a single punch,

"Woo... That was overdue."

“So how do we get out?” One of the prisoners asked but his question was answered by another.

"We need to free the others. As what the old man said, even if we escape, the number of people chasing us would be too much... Instead, let's make the hunter chase more rabbits."

"I agree, there are plenty more others just like us around the castle, if we let them all escape, it can cause a massive riot which should allow us to flee during the commotion. But what about those guys?"

"We can leave them here..." Isaiah replied while taking Karl's sword, "They're all down already."

As the slaves were getting ready, they then heard the sound of footsteps making their way towards their room,

"Looks like they are here, lets's get going..." The muscular man began stretching his muscles while the others prepared themselves...

"What is going on!" A soldier, fully armed took a look at the open door but was met with a ball of fire that blew him away...

"Hell yeah!" The slave beat his chest before enveloping his arms with fire, "Time to die!"

-

Many soldiers were sitting around the wooden benches inside a stone room. Torches from plenty of sides provided some light, but despite those, it was still rather dark inside.

"Ahahaha!"

Some of the soldiers were eating, others were playing one game or another.

"I win!" A soldier with decayed toothed grinned widely as he greedily took the other soldier's money away from them,

One of them got angry, "You bastard monkey, your cheating again!"

"Ohh... Did a monkey just beat you then? Ahahahaha!"

But as they were having fun, all of a sudden a sweaty soldier, barely armored broke through the door,

"Help! Help! They have..." Suddenly, the soldier's back was pierced by a spear as many scantily clad men and women appeared from behind,

A tall bald man, made mostly out of muscles appeared from behind and cracked his fist,

"Kill the dogs!"

"Uraaaaa!" At that instant, the slaves charged toward the soldiers, who were caught unprepared.

The soldiers near them were instantly knocked out, their weapons properly appropriated and used against their comrades as the soldiers did their best to fight back. But without their proper equipment and the lack of organization made it difficult to mount an effective defense. Not long later, the soldiers had all been beaten, save for a few who were standing far away when they arrived.

A slave fell to the ground after a soldier stabbed him while another charged, but the soldier deflected his knife, striking him down with haste.

"Where did all these people come from!"

“Hold the line, hold the line, you bastards!”

A few soldiers managed to arrive quickly in order to reinforce them but their numbers were well too few and the slaves, despite being unarmed, were easily gaining ground against their former captors,

"Hold the fucking line I said!"

Though the battle had turned badly for them, as the battle line grew thin and their ranks began to harden, the soldiers managed to hold the slaves back. Striking down those that got too near while ignoring the taunts of the many others. That said, many of their comrades had fallen, and the soldiers watched in horror as some slaves began to don on the armors of those that have fallen before them.

Suddenly, the slave's disadvantage of a lack of equipment was wiped away as the armed slaves all charged towards the lines of soldiers."

“Hold, hold, hold... Not one step back!”

Their captain, really just a random person taking charge, hardened his voice to display his confidence, but their morale was slowly faltering more and more as soldiers began to drop by the seemingly endless amount of slaves.

‘Just how much was imprisoned here?’

Just as he was contemplating his situation three men left their line and ran away,

“Get back here!” He tried to chase after them but a cheer from his side took his attention. Properly armed soldiers began to enter the room in lines and helped bolstered their forces,

-

Isaiah stood from the back, watching the battle unfold alongside Porridge,

“Looks like they need help, should we?”

“No...” The old man replied, “They’re coming,”

“Who?”

Just as Isaiah asked, an explosion rocked the room followed by a section of the wall collapsing. A stream of prisoners began to unleash their shouts as they rushed to reinforce their brethren in their fight.

“Let them do all the dirty work,” Porridge pointed to their right where a small group of prisoners, led by the fire-wielding man were making their way quietly, "Let's follow them, it looks like they have found something..."

Isaiah needed no further coaching and the two followed after the group, they later found them standing on top of a section of wall,

"I once worked here a long time ago," The fire-bending slave grunted as he pulled out the leg of a table, "There is a hidden passage here that leads upstairs, we should be able to use this for our escape." He turned and saw Isaiah and Porridge arriving,

"Why hello, hope you don't mind us following." Porridge awkwardly laughed as the man nodded,

"Its good, that said..." The fire-bending slave jammed the stick towards a small chip in the wall and began clawing his way through, soon the stone bricks fell revealing two soldiers who were about to pull a lever,

Before the soldiers could react, the fire-bending slave tackled them both, bringing both down to the ground and a brief melee ensued as the other soldiers from behind tried to gain control over the corridor, but the tight space made it difficult for them to fight with their long weapons.

The battle was quick and decisive and soon they were making their way up the stairs, and as they walked out of the darkroom, they were met with bright light...

"Woah!"

Massive windows commanded great views of the forest in front while to their sides was a line of statues of various kinds from animals, to men, to half-naked women. The hallway was illuminated by vast chandeliers above them while their foot touched the thick heavy velvety wool below...

"No way! Everything here is carpeted!" A slave gasped as the others began to look around in awe.

"Come on now..." The fire-bending slave tried to call them back to attention but it was in vain.

To many of the slaves, they were born, raised, and should have died in some poor backwater village, with not a single hope of improvement for their lives. And as such, as it was their first time seeing such luxury on such a massive scale, many had lost sight of their goal and began to examine the many pieces here and there, some were even taking things apart to take home with them.

A fight ensued between two such villages who had found a statue that had some shiny stones around them.

"Ey, gimme that, it's mine!"

"No it's mine..."

The two began to engage in a brawl but were quickly brought back in line by the fire-bending slave,

"Stop that... We still have to escape, we are deep in enemy territory."

"Escape all you want, I'll stay here and enjoy all these things!"

"Give me that you bastard,"

While the two were trying to fight each other for a few pieces of stone, Porridge meanwhile knelt to feel the fur of the heavy carpet below.

"Selling slaves can get you this much huh?" He looked up and saw Isaiah rather calm, "You don't look, surprised kid."

Isaiah looked at Porridge and gave a shy grin, "I've seen something like this sir."

"Eh?" Porridge stood up "You a noble or something?"

"What? No, no, no sir."

"Really?" He stared hard at Isaiah before giving a mischievous grin, "Hahaha, no need to worry," He began to whisper "No need to worry, just, follow me and I'll escort you out of this place... Just, you know..." He flashed the money symbol with his fingers as the grin on his face grew larger,

Isaiah nodded with a nervous smile. He may have misunderstood his background, but if he was willing to help Isaiah out, then Isaiah would quietly accept that help...

‘That said I have no money.’ He looked away and seethe his tongue, ‘How do I run away from him. Well, he is old so he should be slow,’

Then again this was a world where magic exist. It wouldn't be strange if this old man could run faster than him.

As Isaiah was trying to formulate a plan to solve this problem, they were suddenly disturbed by the sound of hurried footsteps from the front. Four slaves, sweat pouring in their foreheads were running with all their might towards them,"

“Hey what’s going-" The fire-bending slave caught one of the running slaves, “Eyy calm down, what’s happening?”

“Ru... Run for your life...” His face was pale as snow, it looked as if he had just seen a ghost. His eyes were shaking so much that he looked rather pitiable

“What’s going on?”

“Ru... Eeek.” The slave panicked and flailed himself free from the man's hand. Running towards where his other comrades were,

“There is no exit there.” Mumbled the fire-bending slave as he looked back when one of the slaves in front of him pointed to his front,

"Holy shit!"

All others stopped what they were doing in surprise and looked up, and it was here that their faces grew pale and dark... They suddenly saw the reason why those slaves ran as fast as they could towards the other direction...

After all...

“Huh...No way!” “Why is he here?”

Who would willingly put themselves on the path of a behemoth?

"Titan..." One slave gasped as the others began to prepare to run,

A colossus of enormous properties. One whose fist was larger than Isaiah's own head, his size made the wide hallway look small and tight.

He was donning an armor that resembled that of a paladin, only that it was painted jet black from top to bottom. His bucket-like helmet had red-feathered plumes affixed to both sides, giving him the aura of a black demon.

Nearly all slaves knew who this was. This man was known far and wide wearing the same jet-black armor, and to add proof of his authenticity, a necklace with twelve diamond stars was hung around his neck. To them, they all knew in their minds just how royally fucked they are...

Titan... Just that one word instilled a sense of dread in their faces,

“Why is he...” the slave shut his mouth as Titan opened his visor and scanned the rabble of strange-looking men in front with a pair of powerful dense scarlet eyes. Isaiah felt his gaze pass through him and that alone was enough to make him run out of breath, others weren’t so lucky as their legs buckled from terror, everyone was paralyzed with fear.

‘We... We have to fight that thing?’

Gulp...

Isaiah's confidence had been at an all-time high. The fact that his abilities allowed him to do so much gave him a sense of invincibility against any foe he would face.

‘But now... His armor...’

A black glowing aura was surrounding his armor. An aura that made Isaiah feel as if his magic could do little against him.

“Maybe... Maybe he's here to save us?” A slave desperately laughed but upon seeing the man behind Titan their faces returned to that of distraught.

“Hehe...” Kilo grinned smugly as he watched the slaves cower in fear, “You’ve made it this far... But now this.”

“So there was an escape huh Kilo?” An obese man grabbed Kilo by the shoulder and angrily hissed at him.

“My... My lord, everything’s fine...”

“Fine? They are in front of us!”

“Yes... But I can take care of this. Not a problem.”

“Then hurry up!” The man threw Kilo away who stumbled but quickly gained his footing back, he clicked his tongue whilst looking away before arranging his collar.

“We gotta fight... We have to fight now!” The fire-bending slave began to cheer them up and the braver ones prepared themselves. But when Titan took a single step forward, their morale was instantly shattered while others began running the opposite way.

Others tried to follow after their fleeing comrades but upon seeing the wall of spears behind them, they paused. Two of those who fled were impaled while the slower one managed to stop himself in time, and ran back to the group...

“Shit, we're trapped...”

“Give up...” Kilo grinned and spoke in a 'kind' manner “I’ll only have you all whipped 100 times, nothing more.”

“Fuck you!” Porridge yelled back

“Right...” Kilos' voice dropped, “Kill them all...” He then pointed to Isaiah “Except for him.”

At once the soldiers lifted their spears and threw them like javelins. Four got impaled by their chest and died while one was struck in her foot. The soldiers followed up this attack by drawing their swords and marching forwards.

The slaves, already demoralized fell further into despair. Even Isaiah stood frozen in fear.

“I don't want to die!” “Help! HELP!!”

The fire-bending slave looked at the helpless lot and saw Isaiah, “You, your magic... You could use magic right?"

“Eh what?”

“I don't have that much mana, but I can attack them, you support.”

“What... What do you mean?”

But instead of replying, the fire-bending slave snatched the sword of another slave and proceeded to charge. Two others, perhaps infested by his zeal followed after. But these two were quickly cut down by the soldiers, which stopped the charge of the other more hesitant one. That said...

“Aaaaah!”

The slave easily cut one of the soldier's arms. A sword came running for him from the top but was blocked before he tackled the soldier's body who fell onto his two comrades at the back. Another tried to charge but was easily avoided.

Realizing his danger, the rest of the soldiers attacked at once, and though he was able to deflect two strikes he was beaten back. Though before he could be fatally wounded, the soldiers were suddenly pushed away as if picked up by invisible hands.

"Aah!" "What the!"

"Ohh..."

Isaiah joined the fray, and lightning erupted from his hands.

A soldier charged toward Isaiah with great speed but was struck down by lightning, knocking him unconscious. The others turned their attention to Isaiah and took a few steps back, allowing the fire-bending slave to retreat...

"That... That was good, but..."

"This cannot do..." Kilo clicked his tongue and nodded, two hooded figures appeared from behind carrying large wooden staffs. "Fire away. Make sure not to kill any."

The mages then lifted their staffs which started to glow in a reddish-orange light,

"Light fill my path, destroy my enemies."

Fire materialized from their staffs, before gathering at their circular edges. The mages then pointed the staffs at the slaves,

[Fireball!]

Two balls of fire exploded out of the staff and darted towards the slaves. Isaiah sensing the incoming missiles looked back and raised his hands onto the chandelier above. With a sliding down motion, the chandelier suddenly gave in and fell to the ground with a loud boom, burying the balls of fire in the rubble.

The two mages took a step back in surprise but before they could recover, Isaiah pushed the chandelier onwards. The two mages were now in a panic as they hurriedly chanted. But then Titan stepped forward, reached his hand out, and stopped the chandelier in its tracks without flinching. Then, in a show of strength, he lifted the large metallic candle holder and threw it back with greater force toward Isaiah...

Kilo wanted to complain, as that throw could kill Isaiah, but before Titan, he couldn't say a single word.

'Oh, shit...'

Isaiah hurridly raised his hands and 'caught' the chandelier mid-air, suddenly, his view became foggy as his head started to ache...

"Ack.."

He bit on his lips and looked around, there he saw Titan take out his ax and began moving forward. Looking back, he found himself to be alone. With the soldiers from behind having fled, the other slaves used the commotion to run away in an effort to escape the large giant, leaving him alone.

"You bastard..."

He felt himself gagging as he held onto the chandelier. He was angry at the others but felt no further remorse. After all, anger is a luxury for the living.

Now that he had to somehow defeat this crazy strong giant in front of him, he threw the chandelier back at Titan, but of course, the giant easily took the hit, even without raising his arms, and continued to march on as if nothing happened to him.

'Shit... Shit, shit, shit...'

In a panic, Isaiah looked around him and that's when he remembered that below them were the dungeons. He placed his hand on the ground,

"Surrendering are we? Titan, just knocks him out, don't kill him." Kilo smugly gave his order,

And it was here that Isaiah released his magic,

"Collapse!"

In an instant, the floor below caved in and broke into a million pieces. Titan tried to move out of the way but was too slow to react. The floor below him opened its mouth and swallowed the black giant whole, soon Titan had disappeared into the dark gaping hole below.

CRASSSH!

Everyone paused.

They had just witnessed Titan, one of the most powerful beings on the entire continent, fall to the ground in a single attack.

Some of the soldiers, who stood behind Titan a while ago, began to drop their weapons in panic. Even the mages lost their courage and fled, leaving behind their two masters to fend for themselves...

Kilo, in panic, screamed at Isaiah, "50... 50 Gold coins to anyone who could bring him down."

The offer must have been really large since the soldiers suddenly regained their spirits and broke in a frenzy in an attempt at bagging the cash prize. Thus having their attention diverted, the two nobles soon turned away to leave the scene, but just as they did so, a lady, who was chained by the larger noble ran forward in an attempt to escape.

She fell to the ground, the chains holding her back, but this fall caused the gag on her mouth to fall off, allowing her to scream for help,

"Help! Help me, please!"

The bigger noble dragged on the chain, as he tried to leave once more, but by this point, he found himself unable to move.

Isaiah wasn't too sure why, nor what exactly compelled him to act. But when he met her eyes, he felt the impulse to save her. She was of no importance to him and considering her rather innocent, but pretty looks she would offer no fighting chance once outside. Whether it was because of her desperation or that instinctual urge for men to save a maiden in distress, Isaiah found himself stepping into her aid.

Isaiah ran onwards and leaped at the hole. Though it wasn't large, the heavy equipment used by the soldiers was too heavy for them to make the jump and thus many fell to the ground below. Isaiah then held the chain and looked at Kilo.

"Release her!"

"You have made a terrible mistake! If you do not go on your knees right now I swear to have you killed!"

Lightning began to burst out of Isaiah's hands, slightly grazing the large man's hands in the process whilst also breaking the chains away.

"Eeek!" The large man fell to the ground with a face filled with horror, "Wait... Wait, wait, wait... I am Caleb! Caleb von Aizerback! If you kill me... No, no, no, leave me alone and I will give you anything, yes anything! Wh-what, what do you want?"

Isaiah looked at him blankly. He wasn't too sure how to proceed, but then a hand grabbed his and when he looked back, he saw the lady. For the third time in his life, his heart skipped a beat.

She was beautiful, immensely beautiful.

Her face was as fair as snow, her skin radiant and healthy. She had blue round eyes brimming with an innocent, gentle beauty while her white silvery hair flowed like water from the back. Granted, one was to overlook the signs of her struggle in escaping the two people from behind, she had an unearthly level of charm.

"Thank you..." Her voice was low, "I swear on-"

She was interrupted when a large object crashed not too far from where they were. As Isaiah looked back, he saw the fleeing backs of both Kilo and Caleb but at the same time, the jet-black battleax that Titan carried with him. Then, he heard creaking noises, looking back at the hole, he saw a hand emerge from below.

Crash!

It was followed by his helmet.

It felt like he was riding an elevator with how overtly-dramatic his ascendance was. Anger and rage flowed from his eyes, as he looked at Isaiah with a glare sharp enough to kill. Isaiah took a step back from this intense hostility as the man displayed his full strength before him. He felt very intimidated. After all, with just a single-arm, he lifted his body which should weigh a few tons.

Titan then stood his massive bulk in front of Isaiah. The lady had run to his back for safety. Isaiah felt once more the fear he felt when he first saw him.

A massive wall this man was.

"Looks like we have to run... How fast can yo-"

"Why are you doing this Titan?" The lady suddenly spoke first, interrupting Isaiah, though she still hid from his back.

"None of your concern Frauen Nicole... It's that man I am after..."

"Why? What made you steep this low..."

"You guys know each other?" Isaiah asked,

"Indeed... He... He is why I am here," Nicole replied,

"Orders are orders..." Titan bunched both his fist and charged. Isaiah and Nicole didn't think too much and bolted out of the area as quickly as they possibly could.