The air in the Expansive Truth-Seeking Ball Space seemed to freeze.
Pinned in midair by black sealing chains, Kaguya trembled uncontrollably. Her gaze slowly slid down from Chiya's cold face to Black Zetsu, who lay curled up on the ground.
Half of Black Zetsu's body had been crushed, and the flames of Zanka no Tachi were still burning his soul. His presence had grown so faint that he could vanish completely at any moment. He was the embodiment of her will, her third child, and her sole obsession throughout her thousand years of imprisonment. If she died, Black Zetsu would have no chance of surviving.
Her gaze returned to Ryūjin Jakka in Chiya's hand. The blade's extreme heat made even her soul tremble. She knew perfectly well that Chiya was not joking. If he wished, a single slash would obliterate her soul, leaving not even a trace of her in this world.
The fear of death coiled tightly around her heart like an icy venomous snake.
She was Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, the Progenitor of Chakra, the creator goddess of the Shinobi World. She had lived for thousands of years, weathered countless hardships, and spent over a thousand years sealed away. Now that she had finally returned to life, she did not want to die like this, to vanish completely.
But her pride, her racial pride as a member of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, would not let her bow to a human or submit to someone she considered beneath her, even though he had utterly defeated her.
Pride and the instinct to survive clashed furiously within her, pulling her in opposing directions. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her breathing grew rapid, and her eyes filled with anguish and despair.
Chiya stood before her without hurrying her or showing any impatience. He simply held Ryūjin