After Sol left the white world, the figure sitting on the throne continued to attack Ciel with black whips. By now, the black whips numbered in hundreds.
"Jeez, I won't touch him again. So, can you stop attacking me?"
When the figure didn't stop attacking, Ciel sighed and muttered 'obsessive and possessive. I touched him once and you are trying to kill me for it'.
The eccentric God was eventually bored with simply dodging. He yawned and spoke.
"Who is that kid to have the Mark of Pride?"
Nobody answered him.
Ciel didn't mind the silence and said to the void. "It's not a good habit to ignore others, you know."
Suddenly, Ciel grabbed something in the empty air and threw it to the ground.
Craaash—!
A loud noise rang. However, there was nothing at the site of impact.
Ciel continued to fly while dodging the black whips. Nevertheless, his gaze was fixed on the ground.
