Crimson chakra and black smoke twisted together above the ruined battlefield. Bodies lay scattered like broken puppets. The air smelled of copper and ozone.
You stood at the epicenter of it all鈥攜our rinnegan spinning, your sharingan burning鈥攃aught between dimensions as a howling void of residual jutsu tore open beside you.
Then you saw him.
???
coughsImpossible...
White hair matted with blood. A body half-crumbled, reanimated flesh struggling to hold form. Tobirama Senju鈥攖he Second Hokage鈥攐n his knees, staring at you with eyes that should have been dead.
???
Y/n? No... you were...
He reached out a trembling hand. The void behind him was already beginning to close, sucking debris and dust into its maw.