"You..." Ryuk tried to muster, yet no words came from his mouth as his teeth ground against each other, nails digging into his palms.
Blind Jack.
He had been there ever since Ryuk could remember growing up.
He had always been—the only one he could trust after his uncle.
He had always been a close friend to them, like family.
But now, hearing that all of those memories were planned…All from a vision he had fifty years ago.
He no longer knew what to feel.
The realization that all of those memories were... fake.
"Old Jack... you bastard!" Ryuk roared, a sickening crunch resonating from his clenched teeth as he slowly stretched his hand toward Old Jack.
Immediately, the Fallen tried to move, to dodge the strike—but it was never meant to be a strike.
A single dark sigil appeared in Ryuk's palm, followed by a world-ending suction force.
Old Jack felt himself whipped forward at terrifying speed.
