Ashveil hovered in the heavens, surveying the battlefield with a calm but dangerous glint in his eyes.
A sharp laugh broke through the chaos. Aokiji, standing nearby, wore a teasing smile as he looked at Kizaru. "You were talking about me, but I think Ashveil's attack is ten thousand times stronger than your Light Magatama," he retorted.
Above them, four colossal Haki spheres materialized in an instant — each crackling with a different deadly power: lightning, shockwave, blinding flash, and ice. The very air trembled, gusting wildly, whipping at clothing and tossing salt-laden spray across the surface of the sea.
Unfazed, Ashveil narrowed his eyes. He had expected resistance. With a quiet hum, a shimmering Conqueror's Haki barrier formed before the figure of Imu.
Imu's pupils shrank in alarm. She had survived the previous blow only because she managed to raise a last-second Haki shield — the very one now before her.
Ashveil allowed himself a brief, approving smile. "You still stand? Then I'll turn up the pressure," he murmured. With a subtle motion of his finger, a fifth Haki sphere appeared overhead — this one glowing a fiery red.
The air around it heated until it scorched like molten metal. Even the frigid ice still clinging to the deck began to melt away under its heat. Steam rose in clouds, transforming the battlefield into a suffocating haze.
"Is that magma power? Like Sakazuki's?" Aokiji muttered under his breath — and Kizaru, stunned, could only nod. The Celestial Dragons from Imu's lineage may be gods to many, but even gods bleed when struck by true power.
The Whitebeard Pirates stared in horror. Golden Lion Shiki drew in a sharp breath, his eyes wide. "I always thought Ashveil's Conqueror's Haki was formidable... but seeing him combine so many Devil Fruit powers like this is truly terrifying."
Even Hawkeye Mihawk, renowned as the greatest swordsman alive, felt his fingers tremble.
Ashveil wasn't finished. He straightened, lips curving into a quiet, dangerous smirk. "Watch this, Imu."
Suddenly, a sixth Haki sphere — this one a deep, azure hue — ignited. From its core erupted five swirling magma chains, which arced down to link with the five existing spheres, binding them together in a grim constellation.
At once, the previously stable orbs flickered violently. The sea below convulsed as gale-force winds roared across the waves. Ice shards and molten rock flew in all directions.
Inside Ashveil's Haki wall the Whitebeard crew remained safe, but outside, chaos reigned. The ocean was torn apart, magma sizzling as it met water, steam rising in thick plumes that blocked out sight.
High above, Incinerator King — soaring some ten thousand kilometers away — paused mid-flight. Even at that distance, he felt the murderous pressure of the Haki-infused magma storm.
"Who could create such a phenomenon?" he muttered, his wings shuddering as he fought through the wind.
Back in the fray, Imu's eyes widened. "No… this power…"
Ashveil's voice was cold, calm, absolute. "Six Haki meteors. All aimed at you."
The giant orbs hurtled downwards like blazing comets. The sky darkened; the sea trembled below. Even the gods watching would have flinched.
One after another, they struck. The first, a blinding flash of light, detonated with cataclysmic force — magma and searing heat scattering in all directions. Kizaru, unable to avert his gaze, swayed back, lips parted as if in shock.
When the light cleared, Imu lay suspended in the air, her body covered in a sickly green fluid that oozed slowly down her limbs. Black, virulent blood from the Celestial Dragons' lineage.
Marco's voice cracked softly. "That's… Imu's blood. She bled."
Donquixote Doflamingo, silent until now, whispered, "Their blood… it's green."
The gathered warriors and naval officers stared, horrified. The so-called god they feared had been wounded — by a boy.
Ashveil's next strike came without warning. A second meteor, crackling with black lightning, sliced through the storm-clouded sky. Wherever it passed the sea turned to glass and shattered under the force of the electrical discharge.
Imu barely had time to react. She raised a trembling Supreme King Haki armor across her arms and twisted away from the blast just in time, the lightning grazing past her.
But that was not all. A bitter cold descended in an instant — the air froze, dark frost spreading across the sea like a cold plague. Imu looked around panicked as her limbs stiffened.
Two massive fists of Haki surged upward from below, slamming into the frozen meteor high above. Ice exploded in all directions, shards raining down like deadly hail. Many cried out in shock.
Frozen solid, the once-proud form of Imu hung suspended in midair, encased in a thick ice shell. The sea around her froze over, turning into a freezing wasteland.
"Is it over?" someone whispered.
But in a single heartbeat, the ice shattered. Imu burst free — the chill vanished, replaced by a roar of rage.
Ashveil allowed himself a small, satisfied nod. The freeze had broken. His foe was not so easily contained.
Yet for Ashveil, the next blow would finish this. Two meteors appeared almost simultaneously — one brimming with fiery magma, the other with a violent tremor force that shook the very waters.
Below them, the sea cracked open, molten rock pouring out, waves rising like mountains as the quake spread. Islands shattered; the ocean churned violently. The tremor meteor struck first, crater-deep impact cracking seabed rock with the force of hundreds of bombs. The sky screamed, seawater boiled, and steam rose in thunderous plumes.
Then came the magma sphere — a blood-red sun plunging toward them. It struck the ocean with unthinkable power; nearby rocks melted, water vapor exploded, and the sea itself seemed to boil away.
Every bystander — pirate, marine, and Celestial — swallowed hard. The world had turned to chaos.
Marco lowered his head, voice tight. "This… this is too much."
Flower Sword Vista exhaled slowly, eyes wide. "It looks like a sun is falling into the sea."
Diamond Jozu's hand gripped his weapon tightly. "At this power, even a god would be obliterated."
Above all the screams and fury, Ashveil stood unwavering, eyes glowing with unshakable resolve.