The waters surrounding Wano were dead. No waves, no tide—only a vast, jagged desert of ice that stretched to the horizon.
"GURARARARA!"
High above the petrified stone walls of the fortress, a white-haired teenager looked down at the horizon. His eyes, sharp and full of ancient weight, scanned the impossible army gathered on the frozen sea.
"Heroes. Villains. Hunters. Even a few ghosts of the past," Arch D. Newgate shouted, his voice carrying over the wind. "To dare an invasion of my land... I assume you all brought a reason worth dying for?"
From the front of the frozen crowd, the legends stepped forward.
The Symbols of Hope: Leading the charge was a seven-foot mountain of blonde muscle. His golden hair stood like twin rabbit ears, and his eyes—piercing blue stars set in deep shadow—glowed with a terrifying intensity. Beside him stood a woman draped in the American flag, her red cape billowing like a theater curtain, her gaze fixed with military precision. Flanking them was a man in sleek, aerodynamic
blue armor and a rugged brawler with a scarred face who looked like he had walked out of a nightmare.
The Primeval Horrors: From the back, the ice groaned under the weight of a hunch-backed behemoth. He was a grotesque mass of muscle, his jaw locked in a metallic muzzle, a purple fog swirling in his massive palm. "GET—POWER—STRONGEST—FOR—MASTER!" he roared, his voice a broken, guttural tremor.
The Corrupted and the Cold: A man with luminescent blue skin and a cult-like white cloak stood silently, protected by an alien force field. Near him, a dark, sickly reflection of the blonde giant—his eyes glowing red with mechanical malice—shouted in raw greed: "I WANT THAT POWER!"
The Seekers of Truth and Pride: Among the chaos stood the calmest ones: A man with hawk-like yellow eyes resting his hand on a black blade, a woman of unmatched beauty in a crimson robe with golden snake earrings, and a scholar in a white kimono seeking the true origin of the world.
The Flames of Rebellion: Two cocky young men—one in an orange cowboy hat, the other in a top hat and goggles—ignited their fingers, pointing twin flares of defiance at the island. Behind them, a massive old man with a crescent-moon mustache laughed, his presence alone holding the weight of an era.
Alalala... what a hassle," murmured a tall, lanky man with a sleep mask, his breath hitching in the cold air he himself had created to freeze the sea.
Arch watched them all. He saw their lust for the "Quirk-Destroying" power. He saw their curiosity. He saw their pride.
"GURARARARARA!"
Arch released his Conqueror's Haki.
Transparent white lightning exploded from his body, turning the sky a bruised purple. The pressure was physical—a crushing gravity that forced the weaker invaders to their knees, snapping their consciousness like dry twigs.
"You fools!" Arch's voice boomed like a cannon. "The 'Guardian' you seek is dead! And the power you desire isn't hidden in some vault—it's been looking down at you this entire time!"
Arch reached into the empty air. His fingers curled slowly, not into a grip, but into a massive, world-ending fist.
The atmosphere began to scream. Serpentine cracks—fractures in the very fabric of space—webbed out from his knuckles. The air ceased to be gas; it became a solid, fragile glass that Arch was about to shatter. A hollow, white sphere of pure tremor-energy encased his hand.
He didn't punch. He pulled.
With a single, violent yank, the world tilted.
The tectonic plates beneath the frozen ocean groaned and snapped. The entire sea didn't just move; it sloped at a 45-degree angle. Colossal, mile-high walls of ice and water rose from the depths, turning the flat battlefield into a vertical graveyard.
The invaders screamed as their footing vanished, the ocean itself becoming a churning, agitated bowl of destruction.
"You want to witness the power that can destroy this world?" Arch shouted over the roar of the rising tsunamis. "Then be my guest! Witness the end of your era!"
He stood tall amidst the cataclysm, the undisputed king of the ruins.
"REMEMBER MY NAME! I AM ARCH D. NEWGATE, SON OF WHITEBEARD—THE STRONGEST MAN IN THE HISTORY OF THIS WORLD!"
"GURARARARARARARA!"
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