The meteor came crashing down.
It was truly enormous, blotting out the sky and blocking the sunlight over the entire battlefield. Flames crackled across its surface, carrying a scorched smell, accompanied by the buzzing roar of air being crushed.
Everyone below was dumbstruck.
Run? Where could they run? With the area this thing covered, there was no escaping unless they could teleport.
"Holy shit..." someone swore.
Tobirama Senju gritted his teeth. His chakra had long since run dry, and his body swayed badly, but he still forced himself to speak. "I... I can use Flying Thunder God to take some people away, but..."
He never finished.
Madara stood inside Susanoo's crystal, his cold laughter carrying down from high above.
"Tobirama, you're as full of yourself as ever."
Tobirama looked up, his expression grim.
Madara watched him, his eyes with their six concentric rings full of mockery. "Where can you escape to? Surely you don't think I can only use this technique once?"
Tobirama fell silent.
Madara was right. How many could he take away with Flying Thunder God? Ten? Twenty? And then what? If Madara unleashed another Tengai Shinsei, what would happen to everyone left behind? And how many more could even those he took away survive?
Despair.
Utter despair.
Even Tobirama, who usually had more tricks than anyone, could think of nothing, let alone the others. Hashirama clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he was low on chakra too. Although he had several times more left than the others, it still was not quite enough to deal with the meteor. Izuna looked at the meteor overhead, then at Madara. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
Ryuto said nothing.
He looked up at the meteor drawing closer and closer, at its