Finally Cultivating the Primordial Frost Scripture...

"I'm sure that white head will be quite excited once she sees this..." Ryuk mused to himself as he walked toward the wardrobe in the room.

Opening it up, he found a total of seven uniforms: red shirts and white trousers with quite a futuristic design.

As Ryuk grabbed and pulled at the edge of the cloth, it felt like he was trying to pull apart iron. It was incredibly tough and durable.

"Not bad..." he mused to himself as his consciousness dipped into his spatial ring, quickly retrieving the clothes he had brought from the Half-Fallen's one castle.

When they were leaving, Ryuk had found a heap of new clothes awaiting him, most likely brought by the Half-Fallen one herself.

"I didn't even get a chance to thank her for this..." he muttered as he began placing the clothes in his wardrobe.

Five minutes later, he had arranged his clothes into the wardrobe, and he slowly moved toward the large wall window.