"Ryuk?"
"Ryuk?"
The call rang out, seemingly from an incredibly far distance—but then, it grew louder and louder, until his eyelids fluttered and finally opened.
Immediately, they snapped shut again, unable to adjust to the intense brightness.
But it only took a few minutes before the light was fully regulated, and his eyes opened completely.
The scene was familiar, yet confusing.
For one, there were no longer two thrones—just a singular one at the center of the throne hall, which now seemed to have expanded in size by a factor of five.
Flickering golden-blue runes ran across the floor, and Ryuk looked down at himself.
He was seated on the ground, back against the wall, but what seized the majority of his attention was his soul form.
Previously, his legs and arms had turned pitch black, showing the absolute lack of life energy within them.
But now...