Silence did not last. Far from the emptied universe Ryuk had erased, space itself folded. Angle was traveling with Niko when reality compressed inward, light bending into a single, deliberate form.
A man stood before them. He was covered in light not radiant, not divine, but contained. As if everything he was had already been decided. Angle recognized him instantly.
"Master," Ryuk said. His voice carried no anger and hesitation.
"When the one I loved was being killed, this world remained silent," he continued,"You taught me that peace stands above everything."
Niko froze. His breath caught in his chest.
"But this society showed me something else," Ryuk said calmly,"To achieve peace, those who remain silent must be ended first."
He looked directly at Angle.
"Forgive me, Master. Today, I am a murderer who has killed everyone. And today, I have come to kill you as well."
Angle did not step back.
"Why do you still like this world?" Ryuk asked,"After everything it allowed."
Angle smiled softly.
"I like this world," she replied, "because Kumar created it."
For the first time since her creation, Death did not move forward. She turned toward Niko. Their eyes met.
"Do not fight," Angle said gently. There was certainty in her voice.
"Listen to me," she continued,"Stop Kumar… if you can."
Niko's chest tightened. He could not speak.
"If he continues," Angle whispered, as her form began to fade,"everything will end."
Angle lowered her head and chose her own end. The universe did not react. There was no collapse and acknowledgment of what had been lost. Moments later, a figure arrived without warning.
She knelt beside Angle's motionless form and lifted her gently not as Death, not as power, but as memory. Without a word, Misha vanished.
Leaving Niko alone. At the same moment, far across realities, the Fayran Cube trembled. Devils, Dwarfs and Elves arrived. They did not come to negotiate.
Sam moved before thought could form. His body responded with precision. Close combat flowed into controlled force. His Time Slap no longer disrupted moments it shaped them.
Aaina rose into the air. Black, cosmic wings spread wide. Her portals opened exactly where they were needed. Her Death Statues responded instantly not from anger, not from fear, but from clarity.
Kumar stood between them. For the first time since creation had stabilized, he did not merely observe. He knew this was a line he had once sworn not to cross. And he crossed it. There was no hesitation.
Devils fell. Dwarfs were ended. Elves collapsed where they stood.
Reality trembled not from force, but from certainty. Ryuk had erased a universe. Angle had chosen her end. Kumar had acted. And Niko had witnessed everything. Balance was no longer shared. It was breaking. What had once been built through teaching and restraint now stood at the edge of irreversible collapse.
This was the moment, the final moment before everything carefully held together began to shatter. And somewhere, deep within Aether itself, the consequences had already begun to take form.