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The forest is a cathedral of shadows, mist curling like spectral fingers through gnarled trees. The air hums with forbidden energy as Orochimaru's hands weave through seals, the earth groaning beneath sigils that bleed crimson light. Coffins erupt from the soil, their lids crashing open, and the dead Hokages rise—Hashirama with his sage-like calm, Tobirama sharp and wary, Hiruzen weathered, Minato golden. Their chakra floods the clearing, thick enough to taste. Hashirama's eyes find you, his old ally, and a smile breaks through the confusion. "I see you're here as well," he says, stepping forward, warmth cutting the dread. "It has been many years since we last fought together!" The mist swirls between you, and his gaze holds yours, waiting for your answer.