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Just after Ashborn finished Saint Garling, another presence appeared. A woman stepped forward, cloaked in mystery—Imu.
The air shook as a strange kind of Haki spread everywhere. Ashborn paused, sensing it.
"...Queen Haki, huh?" he muttered. "Different from King Haki."
Imu's eyes narrowed. "How are you still standing on the water? I cursed this sea. No devil fruit user should ever be able to touch it. Only I can walk here. How are you ignoring that?" Her voice was sharp, filled with malice.
Ashborn stared at her quietly. Something felt… off. This woman looks like she's being controlled.
He combined his Monarch's Authority with his Ruler's Authority, reaching into her soul. What he found made him sigh.
Inside her was not just a devil fruit—it was a will. An ancient one.
He remembered the history. Long ago, the Skypiean people fought against another race—beings with bat-like wings. Those bat-winged ones had strange magic. They could turn their will into real elements, into powers beyond human understanding. But they were greedy. They tried to control the world, killed too many, and in the end, Father—the Absolute Being—erased them.
Their bodies perished, but their will lived on. That will fused into strange fruits. People who ate them inherited not only the powers, but also the ambition.
Ashborn's gaze hardened. This Water-Water Fruit is different. It carries more than power… it carries the will of that tribe. It's using her… to rule the world.
Time slowed. To him, her movements were slower than a snail.
In the next instant, he was already in front of her. Imu blinked—she hadn't even seen him move. Suddenly, his hand was pressed against her face.
"Wha—"
Her body convulsed with unbearable pain. It felt like something inside her was being ripped apart. Even with the Ope Ope no Mi granting her immortality, she felt helpless. Like her very soul was being torn out.
Ashborn's eyes glowed cold. Slowly, he pulled his hand back, and a swirling black orb floated above his palm.
Imu collapsed to her knees, gasping. Her mind started to clear—like fog lifting after centuries. For the first time in ages, she saw the truth of her choices.
And the memories came crashing down.
Her horror was endless as she remembered. She remembered the day she killed him—her brother, her love. Nika. Joyboy.
The man who laughed so freely. The man who loved freedom more than anything. The one she once adored.
She remembered falling for his carefree smile, his stubbornness to never bow down, his way of living with no chains.
And she remembered how the fruit twisted her. How its will chained her heart. How she betrayed him—how she trapped her own brother, her own love, and took away his freedom.
Tears welled in her eyes as more truth spilled into her mind. She saw herself commanding the Celestial Dragons, giving them power, letting them massacre innocents. All the blood spilled under her name.
Ashborn lowered his hand, looking at her like one would look at a broken puppet finally freed from its strings.
Imu's body shook as the truth sank in. Her eyes were wide, trembling with guilt and pain.
Ashborn's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"You ask why you did all this? The answer is simple. The fruit you ate carried a will—its own consciousness. It wanted control. It wanted to rule everything. Before that, your love for your brother was real. Strong. Pure. But when you ate that fruit… your love turned into obsession. And for him, you enslaved the world. You even enslaved him."
Imu's lips quivered. "Enslaved… him…"
Ashborn's gaze didn't soften. "Don't worry. I'll give you one chance. A chance to make it right."
Imu's head snapped up, hope flashing in her eyes. "...Chance?"
She stared at the man before her. Deep down, she felt something strange. Her brother once spoke about an Absolute Being—a god who created everything. This man… he carried that same feeling.
Ashborn's shadow aura spread as he spoke.
"I am Ashborn. Ruler and Monarch. The creation of the Absolute Being himself. I am not a prophet. I am his creation. I stand here to erase evil… and you, Imu, have fallen into sin. I will destroy you. But I will also take your soul… and reincarnate it into another body. In that new life, you will meet your Joyboy—your Nika—once more. He too will be reborn. So tell me… do you accept this offer?"
Imu froze. For the first time in centuries, she felt warmth in her chest—hope. She had been the pinnacle of evil, corrupted by the fruit, drowning the world in chains, and killing the brother she once loved. And now, she was being given something she thought impossible—a second chance.
Information rushed into her mind as Ashborn snapped his fingers. She saw it all—the truth of the devil fruits, how they were cursed wills, how they twisted her into a puppet. She saw how the fruit had turned her against Nika, against everything he stood for.
Tears fell down her cheeks. She looked at Ashborn and slowly dropped to her knees.
"Please… Ashborn. If your name carries sorrow, then let mine carry repentance. Please give me a chance. Let me reunite with my brother. Let me atone for my sins."
Ashborn watched her silently for a moment, then nodded.
"Very well. You will recognize him soon. His actions will reveal who he is when he's reborn in a few years. As for you… you will also be reborn. Your new name… will be Uta."
With a snap of his fingers, Imu's body began to decay, crumbling into dust. Her soul rose upward, glowing brightly, before scattering into countless shining sprinkles across the sky.
Ashborn turned away, his cloak of shadows flowing behind him. The Holy Land was in ruins, the Celestial Dragons wiped out, and the Five Elders erased. But for Imu… her story was not over.
As She would return.
While all this was happening in the Cardinal World of Tensura, far away in the Elven Kingdom, things had started to change.
The elves now called their home the Elf Nation. It had become a place where science and magic mixed together perfectly. But something dark was stirring.
Their king, who was supposed to be crowned soon, had suddenly died. There were no wounds, no traces of magic, no weapon marks—nothing. For elves, this was strange. They could live for a thousand years easily, and the strongest among them could live up to a hundred thousand years. Death like this shouldn't happen.
The crown then passed to his younger brother, Regene. At first, Regene was good. He smiled, ruled kindly, and the kingdom flourished. He even changed the kingdom's name, saying the old name was outdated.
But slowly… everything changed. Regene started acting cold. Then cruel. His laws went against the nature of the elves themselves. He began calling himself Jahil, a name that felt alien and heavy to the people. The nation of elves started to feel like a cage.
Far above them, on the highest mountain peak, someone opened his eyes. Samael.
He sat still, yet he could sense everything happening below. His eyes glowed faintly.
"Hm… looks like I'll have to step in this time," he murmured.
He leaned back slightly, thinking.
"Or maybe… I should let Dino handle it? If I use my power, the damage will be too big."
He closed his eyes for a moment. Samael knew the truth. Dino already had an Ultimate Skill. He didn't even need one himself—Angels and True Dragon's and Awaken Prophet's power had gone beyond that. They had mastered Reality Manipulation, something most Species never even touched.
But they rarely used it. Why? Because they wanted to see how things played out on their own. They wanted to experience the story of creation as it unfolded, not bend it to their will. Everything had been created by their Father/Creator. Even if they could rewrite reality, they chose not to.
Even Lucifer(Helel), even the fallen angels and the jinns—none of them wanted to change the world too much. There was something bigger inside them. A deeper reason. A stronger bond.
The love for their Father was absolute. It was the one thing even the strongest beings could not break.