Uchiha Madara saw a golden gleam appear before his eyes.
The golden light left everyone utterly astonished. Uchiha Madara sensed something unknown and strange within it, but that strangeness was not evil. On the contrary, it felt somewhat warm.
"What kind of light is that?"
A thought suddenly arose in Uchiha Madara's mind. "Joshua, how about we charge straight toward that light?"
Joshua was startled. "Aren't you afraid there might be some unknown danger there?"
"We're already in an extremely dangerous situation. Staying here probably won't be any safer than rushing forward. Perhaps we've entered some kind of alternate dimension." Uchiha Madara said, "Rather than sit here and wait to die, we might as well rush over. At least there's still a sliver of hope for survival."
Hearing Uchiha Madara say that, Joshua nodded. "In that case, let's charge over together!"
Estelle, beside them, stared tensely ahead. When the Arseille plunged into that light, everyone cried out in alarm—
Uchiha Madara did not know why he had passed out, nor how long he had been unconscious. But he was certain it had been a long time, because when he woke up, Joshua and Estelle were both gone.
He floated alone in the golden sky, and even the Arseille had vanished. Completely baffled by this state, he gave a bitter smile. "...I never thought I'd be able to fly even without the Wood Dragon."
How could he have known that this was not the end of it?
He sensed the flow of some kind of aura. It soon carried him along a warm current into a place where the light shone even more brightly! Gradually, the golden light turned silver. A wave of dizziness struck him, and he immediately passed out again.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke