A Scar Forever Imprinted

For one, the fury in his eyes.

They seemed to fade, replaced by a coldness that shook its soul as it stared into those silvery eyes.

Their insides seemed broken—so mesmerizing, Morne felt itself lost within their endless, still depths, only awakening from the pain of its wing claws being ripped straight out from its back.

Instantly, it turned around, its massive talons cleaving towards Ryuk, who simply took a step back and stretched his hands toward it before clenching to a fist.

In an instant—

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Pillars of ice burst forth from behind, tearing into its skin and skewering through, as it watched with wide-open eyes, Ryuk calmly raising his hands upwards, opening his palm to the sky,

A ball of frost whose shape morphed into a five-pointed snowflake, etched with runic lines swirling over its entirety.