"Let's make this fair enough." The God of Death slowly raised his hand, his gaze fixed on Sunny who was already crouched in a defensive stance, eyes darting. With a small, dry chuckle that sounded like bones rattling, he snapped his fingers.
SNAP!
The sound didn't just ring in their ears; it echoed across the entire bone-strewn landscape, a sonic ripple that disturbed the red dust. Sunny stumbled, gasping as a rush of power flooded his veins. He stared at his hands in disbelief, watching the golden aura reignite beneath his skin.
"All my spirit energy has been restored?" He asked, looking up at the God before him, suspicion warring with relief.
"This is better... I don't want to fight someone who's on his last leg. It feels... unsporting," The God of Death said, smoothing the lapel of his void-woven robes. He gestured to Sunny with a casual flick of his wrist.
"Come on. I will use one finger to fight. If I use another finger, you win."
".....??!!"
