Gloomy skies!
Drizzling rain!
Water pools everywhere on the ground and in the sewer city. The perpetual drizzle gave Rain Village a sense of mystery and a pent-up atmosphere.
Lost amidst this steampunk-style city was a discordant, fairy-path Floating Island.
"Nagato!"
"Why did you bring this island back?" Konan asked with internal dissatisfaction.
Bringing the Floating Island back from Konoha was, in Konan's view, simply too reckless.
The hovering effect of the Floating Island was indeed a very good base.
Yet they already had the entire Rain Village as a base, and the Floating Island was nothing more than a tasteless, chicken-rib-like thing to them.
Bringing the Floating Island back to Rain Village made it impossible to hide their tracks, completely exposing the fact that Rain Village was the headquarters of the Akatsuki.
In Konan's view, it was simply not worth it.
Nagato turned his head to glance at Konan beside him, channeling chakra to control gravity. Their bodies slowly rose into the air, and then they drifted lightly into the high platform at the center of the Floating Island.
"Konan! Look at the murals on the wall." Nagato pointed to the murals in the top-floor attic of the high tower.
Hearing Nagato's words, a trace of blankness flashed across Konan's eyes, and then she fixed her gaze on the murals upon the wall.
On the walls of the high tower's top-floor attic, there were nine huge murals.
Each wall bore the crest of a tailed beast, with the crests on three of the walls lit up, while the rest of the walls were gray-white.
At the same time, beneath the wall crests, there were some textual descriptions.
Konan was startled. "This high tower is a weapon of destruction?"
Nagato nodded and said, "During the battle of Konoha, I verified