[A Quiet Night, No?]
The system's golden panel flashed before Ryuk, whose back rested against the tree, legs spread out before him, his gaze slightly raised as he looked at the sky.
It had turned into a darkened void, scattered with starlight and streaks of faint green auroras that drifted past.
But what drew him most tonight was the moonlight.
Cold. Alone. Still.It was alluring in its solitude—a peaceful silence draped in silver.
"I'm just trying to... take a day off from it all," Ryuk whispered, inhaling deeply before exhaling, the moonlight reflecting in his soft blue irises.
Rakshasa had eventually left after a bit more discussion.
He had managed to rein in her chaos-driven bloodlust and dissuaded her from leaving the island, instead asking her to focus on strengthening herself for her revenge.
It was an obvious excuse to keep her from leaving—but it worked. Now, at least, she was doing something productive.
