VRROOOOOOOOOOMMMM
The sound of the air being pierced silently rang out as a figure soared forward with blinding speed, circular lines appearing around him with every inch of his movement through space.
The figure was none other than Ryuk, who silently traveled forward, his blue rotating vortex of an eye locked in the far distance.
From so far away, he could already sense the polluted smell in the air—but it wasn't just the smell.
Right now, he could see tiny bits of dark dots that littered the surrounding air.
He resumed flying forward, and soon enough, he could feel it.
RIIIIPPLLLEE
RIIIIPPPLLLE
The thunderous ripples stretched as far as the eyes could see, reverberating through space.
After four minutes of traveling at a speed of Mach 380, Ryuk finally arrived in the airspace.
"Truly a battlefield..." he muttered to himself as he looked down at the chaos around him.
Below the ground was a mix of many races.
