One moment the redhead was awaiting the arrival of his nemesis, the next he was laying face down in a dusty pathway. Isaac huffed a few times before managing to rise to all fours, then to his own two feet (with a slight wobble), grasping his forehead and the hair that surrounded it tightly. It felt like his brain was going to seep out of his skull suddenly if he didn't keep it in there with his palms. "Ahh.." he groaned and took a few shakey steps forward.

After a minute or two the world finally came into focus and his eye caught a glimpse of the area around him. It felt strange, glassy and sort of cold to someone who was so used to the muddy lands of Valachia. Isaac slowly wet his lips with his tongue and walked towards the biggest structure he could see, a tall gateway it seemed. When the devilforger got closer to the it he realised that it was burning, on fire perpetually!... It must've been some sort of witchcraft no doubt.

But before Isaac could contemplate this he noticed something, something that took his breath away. A flash a figure that seemed familiar, white hair, male and dressed in dark clothing. Could it be? Was it him?! Did he follow him here by some bizarre twist of fate?! He didn't wait around to see if it was who he thought it could be from that distance, so he made a dash for it towards the figure.

However, by the time Isaac reached the figure it was too late, it wasn't Hector. It wasn't him at all... "Hec---?!... Oh."