The ethereal glow of the moonlight seemed to fade as Hamura's older brother, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki, appeared from the mist, his presence commanding and profound. Standing tall with the weight of history on his shoulders, his robes billowed gently around him, and his expression, though calm, carried the burden of countless years of struggle.

"Few have come this far, and even fewer with such resolve," he said, his voice a deep, resonant tone that echoed in the vast emptiness.

He paused for a moment, considering the individual before him. "What is it that you seek in a place where time stands still?"