Meanwhile, a certain golden-haired teen sat at the back of a taxi with a younger boy who had light brown, curly hair. They sat at opposite ends of the seat, Isaac gazing out the window, his fingers clenched tightly around his backpack.
The thought of entering a dungeon, a green gate dungeon of all things, terrified him. He wouldn't be facing his fellow teens with petty grievances this time; he would be facing creatures that wanted to eat him.
Isaac desperately wanted to cling to the beautiful buildings and sleek cars passing by, holding onto his safe, modern life where he had finally crawled out from the bottom. But that option wasn't viable, not with Godfrey around.
Sighing helplessly, he glanced at Godfrey, only to find him wearing a wide smile with his eyes shut. 'He's a monster.'
Unbeknownst to Isaac, Godfrey was reminiscing about his success in building a platform for himself under the name Golden Knight.
