Only a few scattered fragments of stars remained floating above the sea. Blood and silt had stained the water dark red. Beneath its cold surface lay the ruins of Kirigakure and the bodies of countless people from the Land of Water. There were no survivors, no sign of life. The entire Land of Water had become a silent underwater grave.
From midair, Uchiha Genki glanced toward the Land of Water. His scarlet Nine Magatama Sharingan showed not the slightest flicker of emotion, as if he had merely swept away an insignificant speck of dust.
The fall of the Land of Water and the sinking of Kirigakure were nothing more than stepping-stones on his path to the pinnacle, another step toward fulfilling his obsession. They were unimportant, unworthy of mention.
The cold seawater continued to flow slowly. The ruins on the seafloor were gradually buried beneath the silt. The past of Kirigakure and the glory of the Land of Water would sleep forever in the endless depths, never to be spoken of or remembered again—
This catastrophe had erased everything from the Land of Water, leaving behind only boundless silence and despair, which lingered over the ocean for a long, long time.
As the Land of Water sank beneath the sea and the Land of Lightning became a furnace of molten rock, disaster spread across the deserts of the Land of Sand in the cruelest way imaginable.
Stars tore through the sky, carrying the scorching force of destruction as they crashed into this already barren, drought-stricken land. There were no waves to sweep them along, no mist to conceal them—only the thunder of stars striking the earth and the acrid stench of burning sand, grinding away the last traces of life in Sunagakure, bit by bit.
The Land of Sand was