The scene shifted through space, every frame revealing despair and wailing. It was the world under Infinite Tsukuyomi—a dream purgatory completely controlled by the God Tree.
In this world, there was no alternation between day and night, only an eternal blood-red sky, like a curtain soaked in blood, shrouding the entire land.
The mountains, rivers, cities—everything had been twisted beyond recognition, as if torn apart and reassembled by an invisible force, making it impossible to identify their original forms.
The people, or rather, those who had once been living beings, had their bodies tightly entwined by the God Tree's roots. Eternal smiles hung on their faces, but behind those smiles were hollow gazes and soulless shells.
Their vitality was ruthlessly siphoned away by the God Tree and transformed into energy to nourish its enormous body, while their consciousnesses were trapped in the dreams of Infinite Tsukuyomi, forever unable to awaken.
In this silent world, there were no cries, no laughter, and not even the whisper of the wind could be heard.
All sound had been devoured by the omnipresent fear and despair, leaving behind only silence, as if the entire world had been frozen in this moment forever.
Madara Uchiha stood before everyone, a complicated emotion flashing through his eyes.
He gazed at the people devoured by Infinite Tsukuyomi, and a regret beyond words surged in his heart.
He had once believed that Infinite Tsukuyomi could achieve "true peace" and spare everyone the suffering of war, but now it seemed that this had been nothing more than his wishful fantasy.
"I... I was wrong."
Madara Uchiha's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat. "I thought that the power of the God Tree could free people from suffering, but I never expected it