"Maybe we can contrive to send them presents."

"What does a being like that appreciate?"

"Our interactions, at a guess."

"I can't say that's an entirely pleasant thought."

"I suspect they also appreciate high drama and mayhem, given how much of it they've been arranging opportunities for. Stories, maybe."

"Seems a reasonable conclusion."

"I like it so far, but I can see the idea of someone with that kind of control becoming grating."

"It really depends on how much they overtly exert control."

"Exactly. I don't mind some filtering for where our random universe hops land - that's certainly been exciting - but I'd have a quibble with fate."

"Just so."

She grins.

"Speaking of fates and control, shall we go wreck Zetsu's day?"

"That sounds a lovely idea."

She bows dramatically, opening a portal.

"After you all, then."

How intriguing.

Occlus steps through.

Ebele, Darth Animus, and Tobirama all follow, ahead of the other Crows.

Tentou's dropped them off near what she identified as the Mountain's Graveyard - a frequent place for Zetsu to linger, she believes.

The place practically reeks of malice.

There's two concentrated points nearby - both something old, something angry, and something powerful, though one has multiple angers overlapping, as if several people all stood on top of each other.

"I sense two focii," Occlus says once everyone's through. "One singular, the other... multiple."

"The multiple one might be the statue that the spirits of the Tailed Beasts are being kept in. Breaking that would at least slow any plots down, but should wait until after Zetsu's secured."

The singular focus point is starting to move, slowly.

"He's moving. That way." She indicates direction and rough distance.

"Could be he's noticed us. What do you say we cut him off?"

"A fine plan."

Glint laughs and teleports them just ahead of Zetsu's path.

He comes to a stop; he's close, though, underground.

Occlus indicates.

The Keres sets a trio of ghosts excavating a wide circle around Zetsu, enormous chunks of rock flying out of the trench.

He tries to flee straight down, fast.

Glint, once alerted by Animus, hums, points her staff at the ground, and turns a fairly large section of earth to glass, deep below, cutting him off.

The Keres continues until she's isolated a cylinder, which she then plucks out and begins whittling down further.