"Behold, The Nova Crown…"
The words echoed inside the jet, hurtling through the sky at Mach 3. Inside, three people sat—two men and one woman.
The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, her lush green hair flowing over an official female office outfit.
A tablet rested in her hands, her gaze calm and confident.
Beside her sat a man, likely in his late twenties, dressed in the same official attire but wearing spectacles.
His feet tapped impatiently on the floor, excitement barely contained. He was the one who had first spoken.
The third man, Ryuk, turned toward the man gazing out the window with wide-eyed disbelief.
Curious, he leaned forward as well—until the sight outside captured his full attention.
There it was.
A solitary island surrounded by soft blue waters and patches of living green.
At its heart stood a building unlike any other he had ever seen. Or rather, His Building.
"It looks… alive," Ryuk murmured, almost unconsciously, as he stared at his new home.
