The moment the world fell silent, it was awoken by the sound of something tearing out, and the source was from Ryuk himself.
Right from beneath his chest, a smooth line appeared, and soon, it was ripped open as a figure tore out:
Ryuk, but a much, much smaller form of himself, just three meters tall.
The second he stepped out, the ginormous Ryuk behind him faded into nothing as if he had never existed, leaving just one Ryuk, and he took a step forward, blinking to the depths of the abyss.
He tore off Azraggoth from the nail that had pierced through his head before holding him up.
The Calamity, surprisingly, had yet to die, even with a gigantic hole through his face.
One of his eyes that had survived being skewered through, though dangling with a piece of flesh, looked at Ryuk, and there was nothing but disbelief in it.
He had been defeated!?
