The next day, Isaac sold off the last of his loot and then rode a giant eagle to the third island, which had remained in its original location.
By now, the ritual's power had restored the third island to its original state. It was no longer a dilapidated battlefield littered with blood and corpses. As far as the eye could see, there was only verdant green, teeming with vibrant life and flourishing flora.
After landing, Isaac took a quick tour of the island, assessing its resources and taking notes.
'The Noy Clan is probably above such petty schemes, but there's always a chance. An operation my size can't afford any 'what ifs'.'
After making a rough inventory of the resources, Isaac went to the shore to release his White Whale Avatar.
PLOP~
SPLASH~
A streak of white light shot from between Isaac's eyebrows into the sea, kicking up a small spray of water.
