Inside the violet-black Susanoo, even the air felt oppressively heavy.
The blood-red moonlight outside could not shine through, but the pressure that seemed to seep into the cracks of their bones still wrapped tightly around everyone's nerves like damp waterweed.
Ōnoki dropped onto the ground on his backside, his old back twisting at an extremely unnatural angle. The pain made cold sweat stream down his face and drip from his white beard.
"Yoru... did we screw up this time?" The old man clutched his waist, his throat dry as if it had been roasted over fire. "That red light is damned eerie. I've lived for eighty years, and I've never seen genjutsu that can even penetrate barriers."
Orochimaru crouched beside him, his golden snake eyes fixed on Susanoo's translucent chakra shell.
His hands, which seemed as though they had been soaking in formaldehyde for years, were nervously twisting together, his nails scratching pale marks into the backs of his hands.
"This is the Ōtsutsuki Clan's ultimate ocular technique... Infinite Tsukuyomi."
Orochimaru stuck out his long tongue and licked his cracked lips, his voice as hoarse as two venomous snakes hissing together.
"In theory, as long as this light touches someone, it forcibly drags their consciousness into a dream. The light can penetrate any physical defense. Unless someone possesses the Rinnegan and chakra of the same level, immunity is simply impossible."
"Enough. Stop scaring yourselves."
Yoru leaned against Susanoo's inner wall, spat the flavorless gum from his mouth into a scrap of paper, wrapped it up, and casually tossed it onto the ground.
He dusted the dirt from his clothes, then ground the paper ball beneath the tip of his leather shoe.
"That red lightbulb is definitely blinding, but it's not as wicked as you make it sound."
Yoru raised his