On the way to the snow elves' kingdom. 2
Two kilometers from the home of the snow elves, a man wearing a skull mask, dressed in black armor and two imposing weapons on his back was standing on a tree.
Under his mask, his marvel was perceptible through.
'No, I must probably be wrong!' He said to himself, frowning under his mask.
As if he wanted to confirm his apprehensions, he takes off his mask and stores it in his inventory, like his book and his scythe.
As soon as Isaac did this, his whole body trembled unconsciously, reacting with a form of energy that he had not yet felt.
"Is it...a joke?" He strutted, watching his hand tremble with an ironic smile.
"Is it fear that I feel here?" Instantly, a dark air replaces his ironic smile.
Without saying a word more, he accelerates towards the imposing tree that shaded all the other approximate trees, however imposing they may be.
After two long minutes, Isaac arrived on the territory of the snow elves.