Other people might not have seen the man clearly, but Zeiss was no ordinary God of Death.
"Hello there, God of Death!" The man waved his hands at him, and Zeiss narrowed his eyes in response.
The white-haired man moved two steps forward and suddenly disappeared, sending a tremor through the figure cloaked in darkness. The man's eyes squinted, searching for Zeiss, who was nowhere to be found. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, gasping as Zeiss materialized right before him, his right hand clasped tightly around the man's throat.
Zeiss smirked as he observed the fear slither into the man's black eyes. "What is this?" His smirk vanished, replaced by a tenfold menace. "You're not even a God of Death?" He scoffed derisively. "I can't believe I let you pull such a trick." He tightened his grip on the man's throat, who wheezed and clawed at Zeiss's arm in desperation. "It seems whoever sent you to me didn't inform you of the powers I wield. Must be a God of Death? Who is he?"
