Isaac roamed the Sea of Mystery, trying to find the mysterious power it contained. Outside, the Staff of Aberration wore a smug expression as he watched Isaac's eyes suddenly go blank.
So far, this move had never failed him. It was a trump card even more important and powerful than the staff in his hand!
Of course, it had a considerable drawback: it could only trap enemies, not actually hurt them.
That meant he still needed to combine it with the Staff of Aberration in battle. These past days, that combination of restraint and offense had made him unstoppable. Naturally, he intended to do the same against Isaac.
But he had only just raised the Staff of Aberration, before he could act, when Jormungand stopped him.
"Enough. Stop struggling pointlessly. Your little tricks won't work on him. He can break free whenever he wants. Besides, with your strength, you might not even be able to hurt him."
As he spoke, Jormungand looked at the Lord of Blood standing guard before Isaac. He could tell that the Staff of Aberration's power was roughly on the same level as the Lord of Blood's. With that being protecting Isaac, the Staff of Aberration could not hurt him.
He might even end up being killed by the Lord of Blood instead!
Because the Staff of Aberration was human, his [humanity] held the upper hand, suppressing his [divinity]. Although that gave him a stronger sense of self, it also meant his control over divine spirit power would always fall a little short.
The Lord of Blood was different. His [divinity] had completely devoured his [humanity]. Although he had lost his sense of self, his control over divine spirit power had improved to an unprecedented degree. Judged purely as a combat familiar, the Lord of Blood