The guards scattered, dodging and weaving as the energy arced towards them. But Isiah was relentless, his attacks coming faster and harder with each passing moment.
The room was filled with the sound of clashing steel and crackling energy, as Isaiah battled his way through the guards.
He was like a force of nature, an unstoppable juggernaut that tore through everything in his path. And all the while, he thought of the little Ciel, and the injustice that had been done to him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last guard fell to the ground, defeated. Isiah stood there, panting and exhausted, his body still humming with the aftereffects of his magic and also the hunger .
He looked around the room, taking in the devastation he had wrought, and felt a sense of grim satisfaction.
He knew that his journey was far from over, that there were still many battles to be fought and many enemies to be vanquished.
body which was very weird at this point .
