C545 Seal! Sandstorm Burial

"Boom!"

A resounding explosion tore through the despairing night sky.

Above, the moon glowed a blood-red hue, its surface faintly etched with the pattern of the Sharingan, though it was too indistinct to make out clearly except from high above.

"Go to where you belong, you beasts!"

Madara stood atop the Gedo Statue, his presence commanding as he continued to weave hand seals