The battlefield where lava had flowed was slowly cooling.
But faster than the magma's cooling was the fading warmth of life. Countless severed limbs and charred human shapes had solidified atop those blackened rocks still billowing with heat.
They had been forever frozen in the final moment of their lives. Their despair, struggle, and attempts to flee formed an incomparably tragic painting of hell.
And the artist behind that painting was Uchiha Sen.
This also answered Han Mei's earlier question—
In the eyes of countless surviving Cloud ninjas, Sen was the demon who had brought about all this disaster.
Separated by searing heat waves and trenches of lava, the ninjas watched their families and comrades turn to charcoal, yet could not cross even a single step.
All they could do was turn their most vicious words into arrows and fire them at the figure standing amidst the destruction.
"Uchiha Sen! You demon! I curse you! I curse you for all eternity! May you die a horrible death!"
"He is a calamity upon this world! No matter the cost, he must be killed!"
"Lord Raikage! Isn't Blue B ready yet? This is no longer a battle we can handle. That damned Uchiha must be dealt with by Lord Eight-Tails!"
Looking at the hell on earth before him, the Third Raikage's mouth twitched violently. He ground his teeth and growled, "No! After being suppressed by Wood Release last time, Blue B's condition has remained unstable. We have to wait a little longer!"
Seeing that the enemy was no longer launching suicidal charges, Sen finally turned his head slightly, utterly ignoring the Cloud ninjas' curses.
He calmly said to Han Mei beside him, "Do you see it, Han Mei? This is war. Your hatred for the Cloud ninjas is no different in essence