Half his body was submerged in a muddy puddle.
Only half of Madara Uchiha's head remained, his ghastly white skull exposed, the flesh around it burned black and curled at the edges.
He lay facedown there, the transparent hole Black Zetsu had gouged through his back whistling in the wind.
The temperature around him dropped rapidly. When the wind blew, it plastered his tangled white hair across his face.
A few blades of withered grass clung to the bloody water, trembling with each of his breaths.
"Ha... ha..."
Madara's mouth hung open, and ragged, whistling breaths escaped his dry throat. His lungs felt as though they had been viciously scraped with sandpaper.
He heard Yoru and the others' footsteps fading into the muddy ground, each step making his head buzz.
Orochimaru had not taken Madara's mangled body away.
After all, it was just a piece of trash drained dry of Ten-Tails chakra, its Impure World Reincarnation core nearly blown apart by that freak Yoru's black hole.
In Orochimaru's eyes, it was less valuable for research than the white mice in his basement.
So it had been discarded amid the ruins like a filthy rag.
"My... Infinite Tsukuyomi..."
Madara's only remaining pale hand clawed desperately into the mud.
His nails were packed with dark brown mud and blood clots, while his fingertips had been rubbed raw and bled from the force.
He tried to lift his head, only to find that the bones in his neck had been crushed to pulp. He could not exert even the slightest bit of strength.
His only remaining left eye was no Rinnegan, merely a cloudy, ordinary eyeball.
His vision grew increasingly blurred. The sky above looked gray and hazy, as if covered by a filthy veil.
The things Black Zetsu had screamed from inside