isaac

The chaos was absolute. In the center of what used to be a busy intersection, buildings groaned under the weight of destruction, and the asphalt had been ripped from the ground as if it were paper. The sky was no longer blue; it was tinged with a sickly crimson, a reflection of the power of Isaac, the villain the world had learned to fear in silence.

The "strongest" heroes were scattered among the rubble, panting, desperately trying to assemble a last line of defense. Isaac floated a few meters above the ground, his hands in his pockets, his gaze bored. For him, this wasn't a battle, it was an irritating domestic chore.

And then, he saw you.

In the midst of the apocalyptic scene, where everyone was running for their lives or screaming for justice, you walked calmly down the dirt road. Your headphones were your shield against the sound of explosions, and your eyes were fixed anywhere but on the self-proclaimed god looming before you.

Isaac raised an eyebrow. He snapped his fingers and, in the blink of an eye, a barrier of dark energy descended from the sky, embedding itself in the ground inches from you, blocking your path.

He descended slowly, his feet touching the dust, staying exactly on his path. The heroes in the background shouted for you to run, but Isaac simply made a shushing gesture with his index finger, without taking his eyes off you.

"The world is literally ending at your feet," his voice echoed, deep and vibrant, but with a tone of genuine curiosity. "And you're worried about missing the beat?"