After regaining a little of his senses, Isley trudged back into the cave.
As soon as he entered the area, where the poisonous gas had yet to fully dissipate, a somewhat effeminate voice of praise reached his ears.
"Just as I thought, he's been infected by the Abyss. A vessel like this would make the perfect servant—or even host—for Our Lord!"
Hearing the voice, Isley remained in his Awakened form and turned his head to glance at the figure standing off to one side, watching everything.
The man had white hair and a withered face, yet his voice sounded very young, creating an uncanny contrast.
And yet this was the very man who had made Isley—the Abyssal One awakened from the former No. 1 male Claymore—feel utterly powerless.
Now, hearing the other man describe him as if he were a piece of merchandise, Isley spoke in a hoarse voice.
"So, are you satisfied now?"
When they had been attacked by the poisonous gas, Isley had led everyone deeper into the cave to hide, intending to leave through another exit.
But just then, this mysterious man and his companions had arrived, and with unbelievable strength, they had effortlessly subdued everyone!
The Awakened under Isley's command and the Organization's Claymores were nothing before these mysterious enemies.
Before, when they had faced the alliance of invaders, the threat had mostly come from those strange weapons.
But this time, their enemies had subdued them with sheer force!
An absolute gap in speed and strength!
For that very reason, Isley, who had already been carefully using that power to recover, had been forced to go all out—and lost consciousness for a time.
From the fragments of memory he retained, it seemed the other man had deliberately led him to the entrance, purely to see how