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The decisive battle was now unavoidable.

All they could do was walk toward their own endings amid the illusions Pain had painted of "God's Trial" and "the dawn of a new world."

Whether it was Deidara's final artistic masterpiece, Sasori's eternal collection, Kakuzu's desperate gamble, Kisame's witness of loyalty, Konan's devotion through life and death, Obito's calculations, or Nagato's final obsession with redeeming the world through pain.

The rain outside the tower seemed to fall even harder.

The dark clouds of war had completely shrouded Amegakure.

The cold rain upon Amegakure's tower hammered against the metal, as though playing an elegy for the destruction to come.

Deva Path Pain hovered by the window. His Rinnegan pierced through the heavy curtain of rain, as if he could already see the Shinobi Allied Forces gathering in the distance like dark clouds.

He slowly raised a hand, and a specially made Sealing Scroll floated above his palm.

"Konan."

Pain's voice was devoid of ripples.

Sheets of paper swirled together, and Konan's figure appeared soundlessly. Her eyes were as calm as stagnant water. Without needing to ask, she already understood Nagato's will.

"Deliver this to the Allied Forces headquarters." The scroll fell into Konan's hands. "In the name of 'God,' deliver their final ultimatum."

Konan said nothing. Her body transformed into countless paper butterflies, piercing through the rain curtain as they sped toward the Allied Forces' massive camp.

At the Shinobi Allied Forces headquarters, a huge tactical map covered an entire wall.

Minato Namikaze stood before it. His golden hair shone brilliantly under the lights, but an unshakable gravity had gathered between his brows.

Around him stood the Allied Forces' upper ranks: A, the Tsuchikage Ōnoki, the Kazekage Gaara, the Mizukage Mei Terumi, Mifune, general of the Land of Iron, and elite advisors