The feeling was different from a normal teleportation.
The closest Ryuk could compare it to was when he had moved from Endearth to Ammamora, where he found himself flashing toward a golden planet in a golden void.
But this time, there was no golden planet; instead, a void of red, with dots of black hanging in the far distance like stars.
He felt himself being pulled forward through this crimson expanse by the hands gripping tightly onto his wrist.
Time passed — how much, he couldn't comprehend, but it eventually stopped, the movement, the rushing, all of it ceased, and then,
BAAAANG!
Pain shot through Ryuk's head as it slammed into something solid.
A moment later, control and perception returned to him, and he burst up from the ground where his head had smashed.
"Arrrgh!"
The groan forced itself from his lips as his hands reached up, rubbing the sore spot.
He had landed vertically, headfirst into the dirt, buried in a crater beneath him.
"Amateur."
