Beneath the night sky.
The stars shone brilliantly, as though laying a path of galaxies for the man standing above the heavens.
Yemu wore the Silver Dragon Battle Armor, his long hair streaming like drifting clouds. Beneath the starlight, his silver-white metal armor glowed with a magnificent radiance, like a god descended to earth, cold and imposing.
He hovered alone in midair.
It seemed that, in that moment, he was the only presence left in the world.
Countless shinobi looked up at him with awe, shock, or fear, but not one could tear their eyes away.
They knew they were witnessing the end of an era-and perhaps the beginning of another.
Yemu raised one hand high, pointing the Silver Dragon Blade toward the heavens. Along its edge, silver chakra became countless specks of light, gathering, swirling, and merging in the air into a dazzling mass of energy that seemed capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.
The entire sky dimmed before it. Only that silver radiance remained, unrivaled throughout the ages.
"Cleave."
With that single word, Yemu brought the Dragon Blade crashing down.
BOOM!!
Heaven and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged backward.
A silver pillar of light poured down like an overturned galaxy, transforming along the way into a hundred-meter dragon. Its roar shook the heavens, its silver light blazed, and it charged with overwhelming force toward the towering God Tree below.
That was the foundation of the Ten-Tails, the source of chakra, an existence capable of destroying heaven and earth.
But now-
CRASH!!!
RUMBLE-!!!
The God Tree shattered beneath the dragon's slash. Cracks spread across its trunk like a spiderweb, and a second later, the entire trunk exploded into countless fragments and splinters that crashed down like an apocalyptic downpour.
Billowing smoke and storms of