The second they stepped out of the portal, Ryuk took a deep inhale, feeling his chest growing light.
For some reason, sitting on the throne gave him a heavy feeling, as if he wasn't sitting on the throne and the throne was the one sitting on him instead.
It was an unbearable feeling.
"What are you going to do to me?" The voice came from the side where Ionio stood, but this time, he wasn't in combat mode, nor did he seem ready to engage in combat.
"You finally realized it's futile?" he said with a scoff, whispering. "A pity you realized that too late."
"It is not a pity. Those Angels who you crushed died protecting Ammamora from an evil like you. The same for Emeris and Oryo."
"They died… guardians," Ionio said as Ryuk turned to look at him.
"No. They died… fools," he proclaimed, his voice unremorseful at all.
"If I were in your shoes, I see a thousand ways for a single blood not to be shed at all."
