Inside the dim base, flickering firelight cast long shadows, heightening the eerie atmosphere.
Konan stood quietly to one side. A trace of worry and helplessness flickered in her eyes; her hands were involuntarily clenched into fists, and she was at all times prepared for battle.
Zetsu, meanwhile, crouched on the ground in a bizarre posture. His half-black, half-white face wore an unusually strange expression, and his eyes darted back and forth between Nagato and Obito as if observing the shifting situation, while the oppressive atmosphere kept him from daring to utter a single unnecessary word.
Chapter 457