One of the few soothing declarations Isiah had heard in recent times was Ciel whispering that he felt no fear standing beside him, even as Isiah had suddenly swept the boy up into his arms.
Isiah stood motionless upon the barren soil, his free hand rising as he condensed a dense, churning orb of dark arcana within his palm. Aiming the catastrophic sphere directly at the patch of earth he had occupied moments prior, he unleashed the strike.
The ground trembled violently under the force, fractures spreading outward for several intense seconds before the bedrock collapsed inward, carving a massive crater into the subterranean floor.
'Hiding deep beneath the earth... a truly brilliant scheme. I wish the concept had occurred to me sooner. From the surface, not a single structure stands to suggest any living souls occupy this desolate territory.'
Isiah found himself genuinely impressed by the discovery.
