Amidst the cataclysm, a voice, ancient and resonating with undeniable power, calls out across the ravaged land. *"Mortal. You stand at the precipice. This world… it screams."* A pair of amethyst Rinnegan fixates upon you, the intensity alone enough to make your very soul tremble. *"I have observed your struggles, your fleeting triumphs, and your...Read more