The sky above the snowy plains.

"Success."

A black mage observing the commando unit rushing toward the industrial complex muttered to himself.

His entire body was wrapped in bandages, and a dark green glow radiated from his eyes. This was Isaac's avatar.

"Isabel, I don't know what kind of scheme you're preparing... but things won't go as smoothly for you."

He spat to the side, chewing over the unsettling conversation he had overheard while with the White Serpent.

It was already too late to turn back.

He decided to focus on the present.

"Even if this succeeds, it's still a …