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The instant Ryuk's words were completed, a sword slipped into the hands of one of the Elders. One that reached three meter in pure length, rippling with massive dark flames and then…
He slashed out thunderously, time and space seemingly being sliced away.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The air flapped with intensity as Ryuk's hair flailed loudly around his head.
Yet he stared at the sword with drooping eyes, hands in both pockets—and then it slashed through completely, ripping his entire body apart into clear two.
The dust followed after, covering the scene—but then it soon dispersed.
GAAASSSPPPSS
Gasps of shock left the lips of the Elders as they looked to the ground, but they couldn't find Ryuk.
Instead, an unending slash mark that was rapidly healing itself formed the only sign he had once been there on the floor.
