Inside the house where Oliver and the others were hiding, Isaac stood in front of him, clearly on edge.
His eyes kept shifting left and right, while Oliver sat with an unnatural calm compared to everything happening around them.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Isaac asked in a low voice, as if afraid someone might overhear him even though the place was almost empty.
Oliver did not even lift his head. He simply said with steady certainty, "Yes, do exactly what I told you."
Even though the doubt was obvious in his eyes, he nodded and hurried out of the house.
…
When Isaac reached the place where the villagers had gathered with the old tattooed man, he walked forward until he stood before him, then dropped to one knee.
"Master, I did what you asked. All of them are in a very deep sleep."
The old man raised his staff decorated with a skull and slammed it against the ground. The impact rang sharply.
Under the staff's influence, dust shot up in the air in front of Isaac.
