At that moment, Isiah was furious to the point where he felt his dark energy floating violently in the air; he was already fighting so many battles within himself at that exact second.
The atmospheric energy that his body was completely incompatible with, the ravenous urge to feed on the corpses he had just slaughtered, and the throbbing agony radiating from that fresh stab wound.
He felt an overwhelming desire to murder this intruder and consume their flesh right then and there without feeling a single shred of regret.
He was so deeply focused on executing his dark urge until he suddenly heard a voice he recognized.
"Isiah." He felt a profound sense of warmth embedded within that familiar voice, but he chose to forcefully ignore what he had just felt.
"Isiah, it is me, Ciel!"
The classroom was pitch-black to the point where Isiah was unable to discern anything directly in front of him.
