The dark Ryuk, whose simple force of grabbing Ryuk's shoulder had been enough to crack open a black hole into the depths of space, was now lodged into the wall.
Blood rained down the side of his scaled, dark face, and standing before Ryuk was now the Blue Ryuk, whose right hand was still held in the air in a motion resembling one swatting away a fly.
Did Ryuk need to be told who had done that?
Somehow, he found it hard to believe.
He had not seen at all what had happened—any motion of it at all. It was as if he had been paused in time, missing the collision and only opening his eyes to see the end result.
Slowly, the blue-scaled Ryuk crouched to the ground, his eyes fixed on Ryuk's, most especially Ryuk's left blue eye.
Only now did Ryuk notice.
Somehow, his left blue eye looked no different from the eye right before him, and the same could be said for his crimson eye, which seemed no different from the eye of the dark-scaled Ryuk.
