When frozen space-time began to flow again, the first thing that flooded Momoshiki Otsutsuki's senses was a wave of excruciating pain that swept through his entire body.
The intense pain felt like red-hot molten iron pouring into every inch of his meridians. The wound in his neck spewed blood the instant time resumed.
The dark red liquid splashed into the newly unfrozen air, forming a hazy cloud of blood.
His body had remained utterly motionless, but now, with gravity's instantaneous return and his injuries erupting, he began to plummet uncontrollably from midair.
Kinshiki was in equally terrible shape.
His right arm had been cleanly severed below the elbow, and the bones, muscles, and blood vessels at the stump were all exposed to the flowing air at that moment.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling onto the ground below, which had already begun to crack.
His mouth finally completed the frozen motion of the roar he had begun several seconds earlier, and a harsh bellow burst from his throat.
But the agony of his severed right arm distorted that roar midway, turning it into a wounded howl.
Several black-and-red cubes overhead crashed to the ground, sending up a series of deep, thunderous booms.
The shock waves from the cubes' impact hurled dust and rubble dozens of meters into the air, spreading outward in a ring across the ground and grinding the already devastated wreckage below into dust once more.
Shihōin Naraku stood beside Naruto Uzumaki, the hem of his Hokage robes still swaying slightly with momentum, Kurikara hanging at an angle by his side.
The blade was stained with the blood of the Ōtsutsuki Clan. It slowly slid down the steel, dripping into the cracks between the rubble beneath his feet.
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki appeared midway along Momoshiki and Kinshiki's falling