When Isiah left Oliver behind in that ruined castle, he didn't dwell on the boy's existence. He harbored no true affection for the young man, yet he felt no desire to execute him either and endure the physical agony that invariably followed drinking his blood.
He simply summoned Jaffar into the freezing air and flew directly toward the regional transportation center.
The facility looked visually identical to his previous visit, yet a distinct, unsettling atmosphere hung over the grounds.
The weather was bitterly cold, but Isiah paid the temperature no mind. Clad in heavy garments, he glided straight through the grey sky without pausing.
Contrary to his expectations, Isiah found not a single guard patrolling the perimeter to defend the structure.
