Ryu stood high in the skies, the Heaven's Gates of the Heavenly Court standing tall behind him. Down below, his father rained fists down only on a half-dead Xalvador, his grandfather practically mirroring the actions blow for blow on an arrogant Primus that seemed to have not given up just yet.
As for Ryu, it almost felt as though this matter had nothing to do with him, the veins of black still layering his body. There was a deep darkness to him and his aura at this moment.
From time to time, he would sense Primus look in his direction, the latter's gaze filled with rage and unwillingness. But Ryu couldn't be bothered to raise a finger to deal with this man personally. This was his grandfather's battle, and it was a victory that he would allow his grandfather to have on his own.
This was the only real way that Saint Tatsuya could ever truly lay the burden on his heart to rest.
