Bam.

Isabella stuck a needle into Wain's chest, gradually healing his internal wounds. He was in pain, but he effortlessly continued his conversation with Gisle.

"Why are you sure the rest of the map is on the west side of town?" Asked Wain.

"It's simple. I found a special compass. Its functionality is limited, but it's enough to find the remaining pieces. It's two and a half months until the massive island appears, which is actually quite short." Said Wain.

Gisle nodded, "I see. You find a way out of any situation, as always. The island will show up somewhere in the water, and we might have a big problem because of it."historical

Isabella treated Wain and listened intently to their conversation. She was unaware that an island was about to appear somewhere until this moment.

Sooner or later, though, Gisle would inform her. She was a doctor and had impressive healing abilities. Such a person was valuable.

"Yes, the island will appear in the water, and it will be complicated to swim to it. There are surely many dangerous monsters in the sea that can easily destroy even the sturdiest vessel." Wain said calmly.

"That's not entirely true. If we want to move dozens of people to the island, we'll need a ship, and it's likely to be a fatal mistake. In the water, we would be nothing more than helpless victims. There is, however, another way." Said Gisle.

Wain looked at him, puzzled.

Gisle smirked, "If we can't get there by water by sailing a ship, then we'll fly there by air."

"That's a good idea, but is it possible at this point? We need machinery, a pilot, and fuel." Said Wain.

Gisle nodded, "You're right. We don't have a helicopter or a plane right now. However, I know where to find it. There's an airport on the west side of town. It's huge, and there's a large variety of equipment there."

"I doubt that anything survived there. When the apocalypse began, many people tried to escape by air to other places. What's more, the monsters probably destroyed everything." Said Wain.

"Yes, but I'm sure there are protected, underground compartments. That's not the only option available, though. There's a military base to the south. Everything is there, tanks, grenade launchers, and planes with helicopters. Of course, the base is probably destroyed, but something must surely have survived."

"I see..." Wain muttered.

Whoooosh.

Isabella jabbed the needle one last time, and the thread came into motion. The healing process was repeated again, but Wain could not contain his cry this time.

The thread passed through his damaged organs, gradually healing them but causing Wain to experience terrible pain. It was stressful for the body, and Wain broke out in a cold sweat.

"Damn, this treatment is easier to kill than to heal someone..." Wain wheezed, clenching his teeth.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA, the first time I've seen you like this, does it really hurt that much?" Gisle said ironically.

"That's the worst thing I've experienced in a while, but Isabella did her job." Proclaimed Wain and got up from the operating table.

He dressed quickly and pulled a short dagger with a blue blade from under his cloak.

"Here you go. I have no use for it, but I'm sure you'll find the right owner for this dagger." Said Wain handing the weapon to Gisle.

After reading the description of the dagger, Gisle nodded and said, "Yes, it's not a bad thing. Thank you."

After Isabella healed Wain, she collapsed, exhausted in a chair. Initially, she thought it would be another easy job, but it turned out to be a real challenge.

"Is Lea here?" Wain asked.

Gisle nodded, "Yes, but she's depressed again. Since you left, every item she's created has been garbage. She tried to ignore it at first, but her strength didn't last."

"Well, that was to be expected. In fact, given her vulnerability, she's unlucky to have such a soul. She has to read constantly about how awful an object she's forged." Said Wain.

Gisle shrugged, "I told her not to read item descriptions, but she can't help herself. She wants to create a masterpiece again more than anything. But, at this rate, she'll die of depression and self-injury."

Wain chuckled, "By the way, I think we should compare her weapons to the ones the Fire Goblins make. Even though the description says garbage, her items are pretty good quality since her soul is powerful."

"Good idea." Pronounced Gisle, he wanted to say something, but suddenly the radio on his belt turned on.

Gisle put the radio to his mouth and said, "I'm listening."

"Mr. Gisle! Some monster got out of the canyon and is climbing to the top! It will soon reach the camp by the slope!" A voice came from the radio.

"What? Stop him! There are quite a few strong men in your squad, and you also have grenades." Gisle answered quickly.

"We tried, but we failed. This monster doesn't care about our attacks. When we tried to bring it down, it got angry and started climbing a lot faster." Said the man.

"Gisle, tell them to go away. It's probably a First Chronicle monster." Wain said seriously.

Gisle nodded, "Get out of there now. Leave the camp and don't try to defend anything, or you'll be torn apart."

"Copy that!" Said the man and turned off the radio.

"Wain, can you handle this problem?" Asked Gisle.

"Sure, I need to stretch out. Moreover, I've been in so much pain in the last hour that I want to inflict the same suffering on someone else. A doctor is an inappropriate target, but a First Chronicle monster is the way to go." Smirking, Wain said.

"Fine. Go to the west slope. There's a small camp there. That's where the call for help came from." Said Gisle.

He had no intention of sending there. He had other tasks to attend to as a matter of urgency. Moreover, he saw the fire in Wain's eyes and was not going to stop him.

'When Wain appears, problems come with him, but he is also the solution.' Thought Gisle.