Isaac Crawford Is Alive

The reason they all froze wasn't the sound of footsteps—no, it was something far more chilling. A presence. An ominous force that sent a warning through their bodies.

Slowly, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into view. It was Isaac. But he wasn't alone.

A second sound followed him—something dragging against the ground, a scrape that sent a shiver down their spines.

Cline and the others stood rooted in place as they took in the sight before them. Rumlan—bruised, bloodied, and barely conscious—was being dragged along the dirt by the scruff of his neck. His body was limp, his face swollen beyond recognition.

Isaac's knuckles were drenched in crimson, fresh droplets of blood trailing behind him.

His gaze flicked across the scene, briefly settling on Merlin—pinned to the ground—before shifting toward Cline and the others.

"Fear is the greatest weapon," Isaac said.

-BOOM!