Other people might not have seen the man clearly, but Zeiss was no ordinary God of Death.
"Hello there, God of Death!" The man waved his hands at him, and Zeiss narrowed his eyes in response.
The white-haired man moved two steps forward and suddenly disappeared, sending a tremor through the figure cloaked in darkness. The man's eyes squinted, searching for Zeiss, who was nowhere to be found. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, gasping as Zeiss materialized right before him, his right hand clasped tightly around the man's throat.
