Nagato had already seen Rhya fight Sesshomaru.
He had thought that this "Evil Eye," which could drastically increase magic power but would gradually devour one's reason, was forbidden magic unique to Rhya.
He had never expected that Vetto, standing before him, could use it too.
Hearing Nagato's question, Vetto's expression twisted into a savage, unrestrained grin.
"Hahahahaha!"
"What else did you think?"
Because of the influence of the "Evil Eye," Vetto's voice
grew even hoarser and more violent, grating like sandpaper.
"The reason we were once called the 'Three Demon Eyes'"
"was because all three of us possessed this 'Evil Eye Magic'!"
At this point, a fanatical yearning flashed through Vetto's eyes. "Once Patry makes his wish and revives our entire race—"
"we'll teach it to them, and it will become the signature magic of all our kin."
"That way, no matter what kind of opponent we face in the future, we'll always have a trump card to turn the tables!"
And amid Vetto's crazed declaration, the orange-red magic power around him began to mutate at a visible speed.
Its warm radiance rapidly dimmed, turning instead into an ominous dark red like dried blood.
Even the grimoire floating in front of him
had its glow corrupted into a nauseating color.
At the same time, Vetto's aura began to surge by geometric multiples.
His dark-red magic power became like a tangible tide, rampaging in every direction with him at its center, grinding the already shattered earth even further into dust.
Even Nagato, hovering dozens of meters in the air, could clearly feel the terrifying pressure bearing down on him as if it had physical form.
That despairing, crushing aura was like an invisible mountain pinning itself hard against Nagato's heart.
But those Rinnegan of his, glowing with a faint purple light,