"One more. Just one more..."
"Ahhh..."
"Ahhh..."
The sound of heavy breathing and insane murmurs resonated through the bony graveyards where the battered body lay.
Right now, Ryuk's state was absolutely mind-chilling. Half of his entire body, up until his waist, had fallen by his side—almost as if he had been severed cleanly by a blade. But it was far worse. Ryuk had truly been severed, not by a smooth blade, but by a rough, merciless club.
One of his legs lay deformed beyond recognition, barely functioning, and his hands—his very bones—had been completely ripped out, rendering them useless.
"I... I need to get up!" Ryuk stated, his light flashing with anger—yet beneath it, a hint of horror as he looked at his broken form.
And then... he saw it.
A figure was walking toward him, step by step.
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
CLATTTTEEERRR!