Knullic was roughly smashed into the ground, the entire throne room shaking violently.
GASSSPSSS
He recoiled from the slam, and a sharp gasp of pain echoed through the room as he was blown erratically into the air.
But it was silenced abruptly when White Draco's claw reached the side, a gleaming white light gathering over his sickle-like claws.
And then—he vanished.
When next he appeared, he stood at the far end of the throne room, his body in the posture of a swift, deadly swipe.
Ryuk watched as Draco descended back to the ground. Yet when he landed—
BAAM
BAAM
BAAM
The sound of something hitting the ground with thunderous force rang out.
That object… was Knullic's head.
It bounced over and over until it came to a rest directly before Ryuk's feet, whose hand reached down, picking it up by the crimson hair and lifting it to his face.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but shock and disbelief on Draco's face.
A single slash of the claw had instantly defeated him.
