In a world filled with nothing but ancient, high-rising mountains and vast, unending skies.
On the floor of their peaks, littering the ground, were cool, gentle green grass that danced to the rhythm of the passing wind.
Everything radiated an aura of desolate peace—until suddenly—
RIIIIIIPPPPLLLEE
A bizarre ripple appeared as space seemed to collapse onto itself.
Darkness from the void quickly materialized, and reappearing within this void were two figures.
As the void inverted upon itself, it left only the two of them remaining, their visuals becoming clearer.
A young man with exceptionally high-catching dual horns, and a silver-haired man, seemingly in his fifties, with an ancient light in his eyes.
High Scholar Emeris paused as he looked at his surroundings.
It was familiar ground to him—just a couple of kilometers away from the Royalty Home. Then he stared back at Ryuk, looking into his eyes before sighing.
"What do you stand to gain, Ryuk?"
