If it were Ashveil and Imu, even a mere aftershock could instantly obliterate the Four Emperors. The thought alone froze them in fear, dread etched into every line of their faces.
On the battlefield, Imu unleashed a strange energy attack directly at Ashveil. Everyone held their breath, expecting a clash of cataclysmic proportions.
Yet Ashveil had already vanished.
Imu's attack struck nothing, dispersing harmlessly into the sky. The energy surged upward, tearing a bizarre black hole in the heavens, as though the entire sky itself had been pierced by an unseen force.
Reporters stationed near the Whitebeard Pirates' territory were the first to notice the anomaly, raising their cameras to capture the impossible sight.
"Look… what is that? The sky itself is cracked! What is going on?"
"Unbelievable! Only a god could punch a hole in the sky like that!"
"It's terrifying! The energy fluctuations alone are far worse than any natural disaster!"
Despite the chaos above, the truth was clear: Imu had no chance of victory against Ashveil. Within Ashveil's Overlord Color Domain, every movement of Imu was visible, and no attack, no matter how formidable, could reach him.
Frustrated, Imu extended her arm again, now wreathed in pitch-black flames that radiated an ominous, consuming energy. Observers on the Whitebeard Pirates' side froze, instinctively recoiling from the evil aura of the attack.
"This energy… it's unnerving. What is that?" Donquixote Doflamingo murmured, narrowing his eyes.
Fire Fist Ace's gaze sharpened, studying the black flames. "It feels… similar to Blackbeard's Dark-Dark Fruit," he muttered, voice low with unease.
"Dark-Dark Fruit?" murmured those around him. The thought made everyone's expressions even grimmer. Even after Blackbeard's death, could Imu have acquired that Devil Fruit power?
"No, it doesn't match the Dark-Dark Fruit. It feels more like a spatial ability," Marco observed, flames flickering around his hands as he assessed the energy.
"Spatial ability?" many repeated in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the idea. Flames capable of devouring space itself?
Marco's gaze remained serious. "Yes. Observation Haki reveals that this energy moves like my Phoenix flames, but its purpose is devouring, not healing."
Hawkeye Mihawk, ever observant, added a grave nod. Could Ashveil even handle this level of power?
Then, in an instant, Ashveil vanished again. A precise Haki-imbued strike sliced through Imu's extended arm, severing it cleanly. A sharp, agonized wail echoed across the battlefield, reverberating in every heart.
"This… that scream… is it Imu?" one of the Gorosei gasped, disbelief evident in his tone.
Never had they imagined the so-called god of this world could be undone by a young man. Night Feather—no, Ashveil—had defied centuries of reverence and power.
"Oh my god! Imu's arm… it's gone!" another elder exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.
World Allied Forces members were equally stunned. Imu, the living god, had been defeated by Ashveil, a human. A being of legend, with millennia of dominance and control, toppled by one man.
Even the legendary Kong stared, incredulous at the sight of Imu's disheveled, vagrant-like state. Sengoku, too, clenched his fists, unable to fathom that a god capable of suppressing the Gorosei could be so thoroughly bested.
Garp, ever the strategist, grinned. Imu had aimed to eliminate them all, yet Ashveil had already broken one of her arms before she could act.
The Three Admirals sweated nervously. Imu, the ultimate power behind the World Government, was vulnerable before Ashveil. Yet he remained calm, even unflustered, as though the outcome had been predicted from the start.
Ashveil's gaze rested on Imu, his voice dripping with authority.
"Give up, Imu. Within this domain, I am king. You understand that, don't you?"
"In my domain, I, Ashveil, am invincible. Resistance is futile—you will lose in the end." His lips curled with a confident, disdainful smile.
"Bastard! Bastard!" Imu roared, fury consuming her. Her divine dignity shattered before a mortal, an ordinary human who had risen beyond expectation.
"Do not think this is over just because you've defeated me, Ashveil!" she hissed, regaining composure. Fingers trembled violently, a greenish blood seeping from her wounds as she steadied herself.
Ashveil remained serene, a slight smile tugging at his lips. Taunting her only further infuriated the god-like figure.
"What's the matter, Imu? Defeated by me, a human. Can anyone in this world surpass me now?"
Imu's wrath intensified. Sharp claws sprouted from her fingers as she plunged them into her own body, green blood cascading down. At the same time, seven mysterious key fragments appeared in her other palm.
She combined them, and a dazzling light erupted, shaking the world itself.
The Grand Line, the New World, even the Red Line trembled. Seas roiled with massive waves, islands shuddered, and chaos spread across continents.
People everywhere watched in terror. On the vast ocean, Red Hair Shanks' ship was thrown into violent seas as the world quaked. Giant waves rose skyward, tossing the vessel wildly.
Red Hair Pirates emerged on deck, shocked and bewildered. Benn Beckman, cigar in hand, shook his head in disbelief.
"What… is happening?" Lucky Roux asked, gripping his chicken leg, eyes wide.
Shanks' expression was solemn as he scanned the horizon. He inhaled deeply, his sharp gaze cutting through the turmoil.
"This tremor… it's not a natural disaster," Shanks said firmly.
Benn Beckman's eyes widened. "Then it's man-made? Impossible. Even Imu and Ashveil… they couldn't reach this scale!"
Shanks' gaze hardened. "It's not Ashveil or Imu. This… is an ancient weapon."
The mention of an ancient weapon silenced the crew. Murmurs spread: Uranus, Poseidon, Pluton—the legendary weapons capable of reshaping the world.
Benn Beckman's realization hit instantly. "Shanks… you mean the three great killing weapons?"
"Yes. Imu has one of the keys—Uranus. She knows how to activate it," Shanks explained, eyes fierce with seriousness.
The implications sank in. Uranus, the weapon of ultimate destruction, rivaling even the powers of Ashveil and Imu. The tremors rocking the world were not just the clash of men—they were the activation of history's deadliest weapon.
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