The Ash and the Ivory: The First Encounter Narrative The air in the Limbo was thick, tasting of cold iron and forgotten prayers. The Warden stood amidst the swirling grey mists, his ash-white hair fluttering like a funeral shroud. Before him, a Vengeful Echo—the twisted spirit of a fallen Uchiha—wailed in agony, its form flickering with the dark...Read more