The Gathering of Legends.

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The front lounge was a mess due to all of the broken pieces of debris.

The soldiers dressed in hazard suits glanced toward the entrance with anticipation and optimism because they believed their reinforcements had finally come.

Isaac furrowed his brow and felt that the weight on his shoulders was getting steadily worse.

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A solitary man walked through the damaged door and entered the front lounge of the building while brushing the dirt off of his big shoulders. Because of that one action, there was an unexplainable weight in the air, as if they were standing in front of someone they shouldn't mess with.

He had blond hair cut short, and his facial characteristics were prominent. His physique was that of a lean, athletic build, and when combined with his trim mustache, he gave off the impression of being an upstanding gentleman.

However, he was wearing a black tracksuit and sneakers, which somewhat detracted from his otherwise good appearance.