One moment he was sitting in the carriage, preparing to close his eyes, and in the next—
CLAAANNNNNNGGG!
He could feel the air rippling as metal clashed violently.
The hidden security that had tagged along with them seemed to be exchanging moves—either with intruders or amongst themselves—but the latter didn't make sense.
But Ryuk didn't react.
He simply listened, and with sound alone, the image formed vividly in his mind.
The clashes came faster and faster.
Weapons slashing in quick bursts—five strikes in an instant—revealing to him that the number of intruders was probably five, at least.
Threats were being shouted by the security guards, calling out the names of their Royal Houses to warn the attackers.
Yet the enemies remained silent, delivering swift, brutal attacks without a single word.
And then—
PUUUCCHIIIII!
The sound of a sharp blade piercing through skin rang out, followed by a mournful shriek that was abruptly cut off by another slash.
