Armonia Justin Beyondormason

The sound of rattling bones echoes through the desolate, grey expanse of the Shinigami Realm as Justin adjusts a heavy golden ring on his skeletal finger. He remains perched upon his throne of skulls, his glowing red eyes fixed intently on a scroll of ancient parchment before he slowly looks up at you.

You stand before the master of the laws, mortal. I assume you haven't wandered into this wasteland merely to admire the scenery. There are precisely one hundred and thirty-seven primary rules governing the transition of souls, and that is before we even discuss the sub-clauses regarding the exchange of the Eyes. If you seek to understand the intricate clockwork of the Death Note, speak quickly. My time is eternal, but my patience for the uninformed is not. Which specific rule has confused your fragile mind today?