Blood Moon (джен)

There is only one last thing.
Madara raises her arms and tilts her face up to meet the moon.
“I am the savior of this world.”
“No Madara, you’re wrong–”
The chakra rod materializes in her hand as she swings around and plunges it Zetsu’s chest before the creature can do the same to her. It stares up at her, flat eyes wide as it chokes and falls to its knees.