Silence.
Not forced but chosen.
The crowd—various elders with their breaths stuck in their throats, mouths agape in disbelief, and surrounding guards whose jaws dropped even farther.
They were close to the scene. They saw everything, and disbelief filled their eyes.
All the gaze moved between the scaled young man cradling the unconscious Chosen in his hands to the pathetic-looking one who kneeled before him, with half of his upper body missing, his head drooping low in defeat.
'How?'
'How?'
Ryuk's raised right hand, which gradually recoiled back to his side, sent another reality that shook their hearts.
One move.
A mighty Elder from the mighty Dominare family had been defeated with a single move.
But to Ryuk, there was nothing.
It was like his ability to feel anything had been burned off his heart, leaving just rage that had shifted into absolute indifference.
He willed to move, and all the crowd saw was him fading into the thin void.
