The state he was in felt oddly familiar—similar to the state Ryuk would usually enter when he accessed his soul space.
The difference, however, was stark.
The Entity's body was composed of motes of light, but unlike the white motes in Ryuk's soul realm, these motes were colored to match the surrounding cosmos.
They shimmered with every hue imaginable, as if this being were one with the void itself.
When Ryuk raised his eyes to look at the figure before him, he was shocked—there was no face.
No eyes. No nose. No mouth. No ears.
Only motes.
Shifting and swirling motes that formed a featureless head, the same prismatic color as the space around them.
The being sat calmly on the other side of the table, elbows resting on the surface, fingers laced together, and head turned directly toward Ryuk, though with no eyes, it was hard to tell what "looking" even meant.
Ryuk turned away for a moment and looked down at himself.
He was the same.
