Thud!
The chest landed to his side. Isaac stepped on it like a step stool as she stood before the army that gathered to hunt the Hawk. They have succeeded with force to spare.
The human before them cursed at them. He taunted them with the treasure box… yet no one tried to make the first move against the human.
Surrounded from all sides, filled with people whose greed was reeled in only by the unknown variables that Isaac presented to the situation.
The tension increased every passing second. They have all witnessed him take on the Hawk that crushed Garuda like he was nothing. But more importantly, what they were most worried about was not Isaac himself. Who could give a crap about the human? It was the sword he held. The Legendary living sword of the Dracma Family — Durandal.
"That sword… it can't be right? But… if the informants are true, then did he really steal the Durandal from the Dracma?"