"Bang—!"
Black sludge rolled across the ground, carrying a lingering stench. It was the remnant consciousness Yoru had forcibly pulled from Obito's brain moments ago.
The black muck hit the stone slabs with a soft, soggy sound, mixed with a few grains of old dirt that had not been wiped clean.
Orochimaru wiped the syringe in his hand against his white lab coat. The robe had long been so filthy that its original color was unrecognizable, covered in yellowish-brown stains left by all kinds of reagents and reeking of moldy, rotting flesh.
"Isshiki, the dignity of your Ōtsutsuki Clan has been shattered so completely in Lord Yoru's hands that not even scraps remain."
Orochimaru let out a sinister laugh. Under the red emergency lights, his pale face looked like that of a vicious ghost.
A rumble like muffled thunder came from the pitch-black metal canister in his hand.
It was Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's soul struggling desperately inside, slamming against the walls of the canister with loud clangs.
Yoru stood there without speaking. He picked out the piece of gum he had chewed to mush and casually stuck it into a crack in the ground, bringing a bit of black ash out from beneath his nails.
He lifted his eyelids. His Mangekyō Sharingan was fixed on the collapsing exit of the Kara base not far away.
An incomparably violent energy reaction, powerful enough to crush the entire space flat, was erupting from underground.
"So you're getting desperate already?"
Yoru rolled his neck, his bones cracking loudly.
He kicked away a broken brick at his feet, revealing the floor tiles fractured by the tremors beneath it.
"If you can't even take this little bit of provocation from me, then let some dog carry off that title of Ōtsutsuki Isshiki already."
Before his words