In the hospital bed.
The Third Raikage's towering body now appeared exceptionally frail.
His eyes were tightly shut, his complexion ashen as gilt paper, his breathing faint and labored.
Most horrifying was the right side of his body—from his shoulder to beneath his ribs, his entire right arm and part of his chest had vanished as though erased by an invisible rubber eraser.
The muscle tissue along the edges had decayed terribly, as if it had been instantly seared by intense heat before being rapidly cooled. Thick bandages were wrapped around the wound, yet the gruesome injuries beneath remained plainly visible.
All manner of complex medical instruments were connected to him, emitting steady beeps as they monitored his faint yet tenacious vital signs.
"Third Raikage..."
Dodai looked at the scene, his voice catching as his eyes instantly reddened.
No matter how the conflict between Sora and A turned out, or where he would stand in the future struggle for power, the Third Raikage had always been the Kage he respected most!
Hearing the commotion, Yunai and the others turned around.
When they saw Yotsuki Sora behind Dodai, all of them froze, their expressions immediately turning extremely complicated.
It was this man who had dragged the dying Raikage back from hell. But if this man had remained in the Hidden Cloud all along and never left, how could this war have escalated to such a state?
Still, there was nothing more they could say about the grudges of the past.
If anyone was to blame, it could only be the Hidden Cloud's own poor decisions.
"Sora... Lord Sora."
Yunai steadied himself and said, "The Raikage's condition... is extremely grim. The tissue annihilated by Dust Release is permanently gone. Restoring it will be very difficult."
"At present, we have two options."
"The