The roar of anger reverberated through Ryuk's existence as he felt the strength he had recovered rapidly leaving him.
The hold on his neck tightened, his body struggling as an intense sensation of death covered his entire being.
But then, it all stopped when a calm voice cut through the tension.
"You might just end up dealing him his real death like that, you know?"
The voice came from none other than the blue-scaled Ryuk, who slowly sat upright from its throne.
The crimson-scaled Ryuk clenched his teeth before scoffing and letting go of his grip, dropping Ryuk unceremoniously to the ground.
COUGH! COUGH!
A violent coughing fit escaped Ryuk's lungs as he collapsed onto his knees, his hands desperately grasping for life.
He inhaled sharply, struggling to regain his breath, when suddenly, a blue wave of energy wrapped around his figure.
