SWISH
Naturally, light moves faster than sound, and that seemed true here as well.
The Cloaked Man's pupil widened completely, reflecting a sword pointed at it, glimmering with an amber aura, blazing in the hands of the young man whose words resonated inside the room:
"I choose Drishti herself."
Standing there, the sword, instead of moving any closer than a finger's distance, remained static. Yet, the aura seemed eager to devour both men instantly.
"What do you mean?" one of the men, with a narrowed gaze, inquired.
Due to their orders not to harm the young man in front of them, both men kept their calm even in the face of death, merely standing while a sword was this close to their eyes.
Observing both cloaked figures, the subtle movements of their bodies clearly demonstrated their lack of fear of death, which was expected from someone of their ranks. Ryuk slowly loosened his grip on his sword.
