[Chapter Size: 2200 Words.]
Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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The gravitational energy seemed to distort the space around the sphere that Madara held in his hand. This power would completely change the perception of reality for all its witnesses, and those nearby would meet their end.
Eithné didn't seem to care about it, she seemed to have simply given up, becoming a hollow shell in that moment. Madara no longer cared about it either as he began to raise his hand.
He lifted the sphere above him, and it began to move, leaving his hand and flying upwards, then shot at high speed towards the sky.
"Today the world will witness planetary devastation…" Madara murmured as he continued to watch the sphere ascend to an appropriate height.
The sound of animals continued through the forest as thousands of them ran towards Duén Canell, while it caught fire with the intent to kill that enemy of the forest.
The sphere didn't take long to reach a good altitude above the clouds, and Madara began to complete the jutsu.
"Look, Eithné. Today you will witness a power unlike anything else in this world," Madara said as the woman only lifted her head at his words, waiting for him to kill her soon.
Madara moved both hands before clapping his palms in front of his chin. "Chibaku Tensei!" he exclaimed.
In the next moment, the entire forest of Brokilon was hit by an earthquake, shaking violently.
Even Eithné, in her current state, looked surprised as the ground around her began to crack between her and Madara, with everything seeming to collapse in a way she had never seen before. What was left of Duén Canell was beginning to finish being destroyed, and the distant Dryads who had survived screamed in fear as everything cracked and shook.
As the first stones began to break away from the ground and float upward, while the ground broke with tremors and cracks, more and more stones began to ascend to the sky, starting with small ones, while larger ones also started to rise. All of Duén Canell was starting to break apart and be drawn into the gravitational sphere, sucking everything below it.
But this wasn't limited only to Duén Canell, as the entire forest was trembling and cracking, with everything beginning to levitate towards the sky as well. Thousands of animals that had been running towards Brokilon suddenly found the ground beneath them starting to crack, creating holes and preventing them from continuing, while many were injured, letting out pitiful cries.
"!!!!" Eithné looked at everything around her, while not only small and medium-sized rocks were being lifted from the ground, but even the massive boulders that had fallen after Madara broke them. Now she was seeing giant rocks leaving the ground, which was quite terrifying for her.
Then, the trees of Duén Canell began to break free from the ground as they were lifted with their roots, and from Duén Canell, the Brokilon forest also began to raise all of its trees.
In a distant place, while a fight was unfolding between witchers and dryads, with the witchers gaining the advantage and taking down the dryads one by one, suddenly the ground began to tremble, disrupting their battle.
"What is this?!" a witcher murmured, not understanding what was happening.
"I don't know…" another replied, frowning as the ground continued to shake.
"Is something happening in Duén Canell?" Meanwhile, the surviving dryads, despite holding out as best they could while their companions were dead at the hands of the witchers, saw from afar the large amount of smoke coming from the deeper part of the forest. Something big was coming from the dryad capital…
Then, the ground began to crack beneath them as the stones and trees started to break free from the ground, rising into the air. Whether they were dryads or witchers, they all stared at the scene in shock and fear, with everything around them beginning to ascend into the sky.
"This!!!" Ciri murmured in Madara's arms as she watched the entire landscape begin to rise into the sky.
"Stay calm. This won't affect us, and we are leaving the forest right now," Madara said, already seeing the edge of Brokilon, finally leaving the place that was turning into chaos.
The animals trapped by the floating ground began to be affected by the gravity as their bodies also lifted into the air, with cries of sorrow, knowing they were headed for their death. The dryads in Duén Canell also found themselves being lifted upwards, screaming for help, but they could only watch as the ground became increasingly unreachable.
The first rocks began to join with the sphere in the sky, as they covered it, fitting stone by stone while forming a perfect level, continuing to grow.
"AHHHHH!!!!" The witchers couldn't help but cry out as they found themselves being pulled into the sky as well, along with the dryads. Whether it was signs, bombs, or other potions, nothing could stop them from being sucked upwards along with the entire forest. All the dozen witchers from the School of the Cat had come here to hunt the boy with the princess, but in the end, they met their demise without even being able to react as they began to see the entire forest breaking apart and heading towards a sphere of rocks forming in the sky.
"W-What is this...?" Eithné wasn't being affected, but she trembled as she watched her dryads and the rest of the capital being pulled into the sky. Her gaze turned to Madara, who looked at all the chaos as if he were watching a spectacle.
"What have you done... are you some kind of god?" Seeing Madara now with purple eyes, different from the red she had been accustomed to, this was the most logical question Eithné could ask while witnessing the entire forest rising into the air. Who else could possess such power? It was devastating and terrifying to think that someone could do this. It wasn't just a rumor about a man who could destroy an entire kingdom on a whim.
Madara stopped watching the debris covering the sky and heading towards the sphere, turning his gaze to Eithné with her final question. "No, I'm not a god. I am Madara Uchiha. Remember that when you leave this world." Madara spoke as if it were the most obvious thing.
Eithné could only tremble; she couldn't think of anything anymore and simply accepted her death, waiting to be lifted into the sky along with the dryads screaming in terror. But nothing could be done.
Madara then decided to speed up the process as he pointed the palm of his hand towards the growing sphere. The tremors around the forest intensified. Large elevations within the forest, like small mountains, began to break apart and rise into the sky. Rivers, trees, rocks, the very ground with animals, dryads, witchers, and monsters — all living beings unable to escape — began to fly toward their own death.
Thousands of kilometers, estimated to be between 5,000 and 10,000 km² of territory, were being devastated in just one day. Naturally, this drew the attention of people even outside of Brokilon.
"Madara, what have you done?!" Cirilla's eyes trembled as she stood outside the territory, but the giant sphere forming in the sky could be seen from miles away, frightening anyone who looked at it, continuing to grow in size with the entire forest turning into a massive stone. The stones from the ground kept rising, and the echo of tremors and debris could be heard on all sides.
Cirilla could never have imagined such power in this world and never thought Madara could create such a thing.
"My king! You have to see this! Quickly!!" A counselor at the castle in Verden exclaimed, trembling as he pointed to the sky. The king of Verden approached, hearing cries throughout the city below the castle, and his gaze fell upon the gigantic sphere being formed in the distance.
"By the gods, what is that?!" he exclaimed, shaken.
"I don't know... that's in Brokilon, my king... something is happening there!" his counselor murmured, still trembling.
"Summon the mage, immediately!!" The king ordered, and they went to call his court mage.
It was a woman who, when summoned from her lab with urgency, wasn't pleased at all to be interrupted in her research. She thought it might just be a trivial matter, given there was no council meeting scheduled. The man who called her seemed so terrified that he looked like the Nilfgaardians had invaded Verden, but in her current mood, she didn't bother to ask questions... And as soon as she stepped outside to the balcony where the king stood, she realized the man hadn't been scared for nothing, seeing the sphere in the sky.
"What is that?!" she murmured.
"That's what I'd like to know... can you tell me why I'm seeing an entire forest being destroyed?!" The king exclaimed with a mixture of fear and confusion.
"This is not possible... who could do something like this?!" The mage didn't know what to say; after all, she was witnessing a second moon being formed in the sky.
To the north, Cahir stared at it with his mouth agape, along with all the Nilfgaardians searching for Cirilla. The sphere was large enough for him to marvel at its size more than anyone else, as they had been following Madara to the borders of Verden, heading toward the Brokilon forest.
All the kingdoms around Brokilon had a view that shattered any notion they previously held. Madara had practically affected millions of people, leaving them wondering if a god had descended upon this world as the sphere continued to grow, with more districts being sucked up from Brokilon, now a giant crater.
The entire world was watching. Whether ships sailing on the sea, the Nilfgaardian army in Cintra, the northern army marching down Temeria, or the mages in Sodden, everyone swallowed hard. It didn't matter their skills, names, or political standing, whether a farmer or a merchant, a lowly soldier or a general, a mage or a king — they all shared feelings of doubt, fear, and despair. From Cintra to the borders of Redania, everyone could see the sphere as though it were a battle close to the land.
"..." Eithné wasn't sucked into the sky, as Madara kept her there, witnessing everything while her terrain was the only one unaffected. The entire forest had disappeared, leaving a massive cloud of dust in its place, and even the sun was no longer visible to Madara and Eithné.
"Why did you keep me here watching all this... why don't you just kill me?" Eithné murmured in a hollow tone. This Madara was cruel; he made her watch everything. After all, there was no doubt that everyone who was sucked into the sphere in the sky was dead, crushed to pieces. No one survived that, and now the forest was devoid of a single living being, except for the two of them.
"Because simply killing you would be too easy, so I will give you an end in my own style," Madara said, finally satisfied as he looked at the woman who still remained conscious, even though her severed arm continued to bleed.
"Goodbye, Eithné. Now you will meet your end," Madara spoke arrogantly as he turned his back on her, starting to leave after jumping from the pillar where he and Eithné stood. Having preserved that side, he dropped into the massive crater and began to run away.
Eithné stood in silence, not understanding his actions in leaving her there, motionless. But then a loud noise came from the sky, and she saw it... The enormous rock began to fall, and she was at the center of it all. Everything seemed dark now, as the sphere blocked any trace of the sun in the sky. She could only watch as the rock advanced and advanced, until it finally reached her, and all her vision turned dark.
"Hm?!" Eithné suddenly found herself standing, collapsing to the ground as she started coughing and vomiting.
"Leader?! Is something wrong?!" A dryad rushed to her side, looking at her with concern. Eithné looked at her, startled. She was sure she had seen this dryad die, exploding like a balloon of blood from the mysterious blue sword.
"What?!" was all she could mutter, trembling in fear as she ignored all the dryads around her and looked ahead, where they stood in the sanctuary. Madara was still in front of Cirilla, just moments before the destruction of Brokilon had begun.
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*Raccoon Here:*
Sorry for the short chapter full of details, but I couldn't help but do this with such a devastating jutsu. Even though it was supposed to be solely from Eithné's point of view, I couldn't resist adding some reactions to how people would react to Uchiha Madara's power in this world. It wouldn't be any different from the world of Naruto if we stop to think about it.