When Ryuk had thought of what a Nihil was, he had imagined an ancient existence.
The legend he had heard was that the Nihils were an ancient evil race who fought another race, and together, all destroyed themselves.
In his mind, he had already conjured an image of what they could be.
Or what one who was a thousand years old might look like.
A gigantic monster, towering countless meters tall and covered in spikes and thorns.
In short, he had expected something monstrous.
But what stood before him?
She was no monstrous figure.
It was a woman with purple skin, standing about three meters in height.
She was dressed in what seemed like a dark, ancient armor, with purple sleeves underneath, and her eyes were like his.
Brilliantly shimmering purple.
On her head, she wore a crown adorned with sharp, jagged spikes, exuding an aura of power and menace.
It was intricately designed, with a mix of black and purple accents, partially obscuring the upper part of her face.
