The Ammamoran Service Center.
A large expanse of land, seemingly a mini-city of its own.
The Amun descended from the sky, halting before what looked like a smaller gate.
"This is as far as we Amun drivers are allowed," the driver said to Ryuk, who slid off the golden bird.
"CAAWWW,"
It gave a low call, and Ryuk felt a small smile slip onto his lips as he hugged its head gently.
"Thank you for the ride," he said before turning his back and walking off.
"Even though he said thank you for the ride… why do I feel like he was communicating with the Amun?" the driver muttered, a bizarre expression crossing his face as he looked at the golden bird.
Amuns were usually prideful beasts that rarely bonded deeply with Fallens. Sure, they could be bought and trained for riding, but this was something different.
He'd owned this Amun for three years, and not once had it behaved this affectionately—even toward him.
He turned again toward Ryuk, only to find that he'd vanished from sight.
