More and more Root operatives gathered, their heavy footsteps and the rustle of clothing echoing faintly through the dense forest.
Night fell heavily. Although there was no moonlight, a suffocating sense of oppression pervaded the surroundings. Shisui watched his surroundings alertly, the air outside his Susanoo feeling as though it had frozen solid.
Suddenly, the crowd parted, and an old man leaning on a cane walked out slowly. His single eye flashed with a cold light in the dark, fixing its gaze on Shisui like a cold-blooded venomous snake.
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