What is Will!?

"It's... it's you?"

His voice thundered through the golden hall, where a gigantic golden throne stood at its end.

And on it sat none other than the blue-scaled Ryuk who had torn through his heart.

He was no stranger to the sight before him, but even then, Ryuk felt something different.

The area around him was large, almost endless, and the Ryuk before him seemed a bit different from the one he knew.

For one, his gaze, which was normally filled with pure indifference, now held an unnerving amount of disdain toward existence itself.

So much disdain, in fact, that Ryuk felt fear just standing before him.

Before this Ryuk, it was as if he shouldn't even exist at all.

And the thought—the tactile thought—of killing himself just to disappear from this gaze assaulted him, causing him to take steps backward in shock.

A shiver appeared in Ryuk's eyes as his left hand grabbed onto his right hand, stopping it in its tracks.