The Evil God's greedy gaze lingered on Nagato, but what he said made everyone present freeze.
"What do I want?" The Evil God's inhuman voice rang out again, this time with less theatrical madness and more peculiar focus and longing.
Those swirling eyes shifted away from Nagato and fixed on Toyotomi Yinglang's slowly revolving Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan within Susanoo's crystal.
"My friend, I've seen plenty of Mangekyō Sharingan, and even a few pairs of... Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan." The Evil God's voice held a peculiar, almost connoisseur-like quality. "Those Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan were powerful, but they always carried a kind of... discordant 'noise,' a sluggishness from being forcibly pieced together. That was power gained through transplantation, fusion, and theft, not something that belonged entirely to its wielder."
His "body" leaned forward slightly, those swirling eyes seeming ready to devour all light:
"But your eyes... are different!"
"I can feel it! Your Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan is seamless and unhindered, its ocular power pure, perfectly matched with your soul, your will, and the source of your bloodline, all forming a single whole! You didn't obtain this by transplanting some 'close relative's' eyes! This is... a path to eternal eyes that belongs to you alone, achieved by breaking your shackles, returning to your origins, and using your own strength to force your way past your bloodline's limits!"
The Evil God's voice suddenly rose, brimming with irrepressible fanaticism and greed:
"I want the... method you used to awaken the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan! That... path that relies on no outside aid or blood ties, that goes against the current through your own will and strength alone, breaks 'Indra's Curse,' and achieves eternal eyes!"
Dead silence filled the ruins, broken only by the echoes of the Evil God's inhuman, yearning voice. Yahiko and his two companions barely