Clicks of heels echo off the walls, occasionally duetted with Abel's wings gently flapping to keep the demon off the ground. A smug grin rested on Isaac's face as he traversed the near endless hallways. He was hardly bothered by the castle's chill despite his exposed skin. Isaac would soon stop, and Abel behind him slows as well. The forgemaster chuckles and turns back to stare past Abel, directly at you.

"Step out." He ordered with a humored hum to his tone. "I know you're there."