"GUAAARRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!"
The Nether's scream of pain echoed throughout the lands—or whatever was left of it, anyways. It was filled with a mix of agony and rage—pure rage towards the one who put him in this state.
'I can't believe she destroyed her own soul and counteracted the unity of my Arcana formation. By damaging [The Moon] Arcana, it's already useless to me. Without a stabilizer… I'll be—!' The Nether could feel his body breaking down.
Once one offset occurred, it was only a matter of time before the next one happened, and after that the next. This chain reaction would keep going until there was nothing left. That was how delicate he was, internally.
'I made a mistake!' And it cost him dearly.
"Master… here!' Just when the Nether thought it was the end, his little pet came through for him once more.
Ciel was holding a card up in the air while panting as if she was close to death. Her eyes seemed bloodshot, and a couple of wrinkles were now on her previously clear face.