Isaac felt very dizzy right now. The moment he pulled out the Skyrend Sword, a dragon's roar rang out in his head. Furthermore, after being hit with a wave of resentment and the stench of blood, Isaac could still see the world spinning around him. He raised the sword up high because he didn't dare to move too much.
He was in a very weak state now. He feared he'd fall down the tomb if he moved too much.
Several hundred feet away, an old woman with white hair stood in a loft hidden in the trees by a cliff. Leaning on her cane, she looked down at the burial grounds below. She saw Isaac raise the sword above his head, standing on the tomb.
Her lips trembled nonstop, and tears began to pour. She thumped her cane into the ground.
Outside the door, a man in a white cloak hurried inside.
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