An Old Man.
Long white beard, with tints of purple all around.
Eyebrows so thick, they covered half his face.
A moustache that blended into the beard like wisps of cloud.
Yet what captivated him the most were his eyes.
Eyes of purple—within them, the unraveling of the cosmos.
Worlds being burned and fading. Loop-holes of time and dimension.
They stared into Ryuk's very soul, captivating him into silence.
And then—
The word rang out through his mind, reverberating through Ryuk's existence:
"Hurricane Energy is The Ink Upon Which New Eras Are Written."
"The Only Spell That Can Break This Illusion Called Reality."
"Those Who Carry Its Curse Are Bound to One of Two Sure Realities," the Being said—his voice, though slow, made Ryuk's heart thump faster, even though he still failed to fully comprehend those words.
