Klaus stood still, the jade token shining in his grip.
"Fucking Yama, why always play with me when you could have just helped me with no strings attached?"
Klaus's eyes turned bloodshot as he looked at the token in his palm.
After a few contemplations, he vanished from where he stood and decided to get back to the underworld token later.
***
Meanwhile, somewhere in the underworld, King Yama sat on his bone throne watching a Klaus locked in fierce combat... The sight of the once mighty paragon now struggling to handle two Nirvana stage warriors made him grin from ear to ear.
"No need to fight it, Paragon. At the end of the day, it is whether you want to live or die... knowing you, you would want to live and get your revenge on the hateful heavens.
So playing my little game is only natural, don't you think?"
He grinned, a mischievous look painting his face. Watching people suffer is his entertainment, so watching Klaus suffer, knowing who he is, Yama couldn't help grinning.
