The Handicap.
''Well then.'' Shiva turned to the white-haired man, barely conscious, ''I see, you have been corrupted.''
Isaac rubbed his eyes, and had difficulty seeing in front. His White Death had ended, and the health bar showed a pathetic 1 HP.
However, then Shiva tapped his forehead, and all the corruption left him through his ears via black smoke. His vision cleared.
''Wraith, right.'' Shiva looked around the alleyway, and found a seat to sit on. It wasn't a proper seat, but instead a small garbage bin.
''Yes, and you are...?'' Isaac hadn't seen anyone with blue skin before. He also heard Hades calling him by a very respectful term, ''Shiva-sama''. Thus, he had to be at least God.
''Shiva.'' He replied with a name Isaac already knew. However, he continued with another sentence, ''I am a God of Destruction''
'I see, I can tell he is incredibly power. But, what does he want with me?'