Panzram clutched Ryu's bloodied corpse to him so tightly, that his veins started to bulge. He squeezed his eyes shut as a single tear escaped.
A desperate and weak voice escaped his throat, "Ryu… Heal yourself… Please…"
Bodiless voices started to echo around Panzram as he held Ryu close:
"A new god?"
"He smells like a god of death."
"Another one?"
"This one is a Grim Reaper. He is the bringer of death to the mortals."
"Wait… That man in his arms…"
"It really is him."
"Ah, he actually did it."
"The God of Reality actually succeeded…"
"But now he must be punished for it."
Panzram's eyes snapped open. The whites of his eyes were dyed black, yet his hostility remained obvious.
He looked towards the last speaker's location, "What are you talking about."