Wind
The sky churned, Thunderclouds rumbled, and storms and flames intertwined, like a harbinger of the end of the world.
Garp hovered in mid-air, his fist not yet fully retracted, his Haki still surging.
And in that instant—
"Whoosh--!"
A streak of pitch-black light suddenly shot out from the depths of the earth, moving so fast that the air didn't even have time to scream. The space in its path was ripped apart, leaving a dark scar.
That was the "Shadow Arrow" that embodied the dark will of Imu's true form.
It is silent and breathless, yet it can penetrate the soul.
The shadowy trail left a distorted afterimage in the air, locking onto Garp's back!
Imu, hidden in the shadows, leaned forward slightly, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
It's done.
At that moment, she could almost see the Navy Hero falling.
On the front lines, the members of the Holy Knights, who were being held back by Sakazuki and Sabo, also noticed the black light.
They exchanged glances, a secret, ecstatic gleam in their eyes.
"Haha--As long as Imu keeps Garp under control..."
"Just give them a shot of 'that power,' and it'll all be over!!"
The illusion of victory spread through their eyes.
However--
Garp and Roy remained unmoved.
The former's expression was as calm as a mountain, while the latter's lips curled slightly, as if he already knew everything.
The dark arrow tore through the smoke and dust, compressing the air into a transparent arc, only a few feet away from Garp's back!
"Go to hell, you old bastard."
Imu's voice was cold and cruel; the arrow's edge was almost invisible in the light, yet it could send shivers down one's spine.
Just as the arrow tip was about to touch Garp's back--
"Waaaaah--!"
The wind stirred.
It was a gust of wind that could not be detected by the naked eye.
It has no physical form, yet Sky Splitter.
It made no sound, yet Sky-Shattering.
"--Click!!"
Countless tiny cracking sounds rang out in the air, and the dark arrow trembled in mid-air—
The next second, it was cut in half by an unseen force!
"Boom--!"
The shadow shattered, the dark energy dissipated, and the pitch-black energy vanished into the void like smoke.
"What?!!"
Imu's Rinnegan suddenly, his expression shifting from indifference to shock for the first time!
The wind is still howling.
That invisible force condensed and spun in mid-air, stirring up sand and flames.
"Who?!"
In His pupils, the wind began to gather and swirl, and a figure was slowly taking shape.
The dark green coat Hunting Roar in the wind;
Her black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and the tattoo on her left cheek was faintly visible;
The collar of his orange shirt was lifted by the wind, revealing a stern-looking chin;
Those eyes, like the eye of a thunderstorm, were cold and sharp.
He had no eyebrows, yet he exuded an undeniable aura of authority.
He is Garp's biological son, Luffy's biological father.
Commander-in-Chief of the Revolutionary Army, Monkey D. Dragon.
Imu's pupils dilated suddenly, and his tone was unusually angry.
"... Who are you--?!!"
Even Saint Nusjuro, who was facing Roy, couldn't help but let out a low growl, his tone filled with shock and unease:
"Monkey D. Dragon of the Revolutionary Army?!"
"Impossible... How could you all be here at the same time?!"
A storm arose, and the world fell silent.
Garp's body was steadily held aloft by the wind, breathing heavily, his arm still in a punching stance, his Haki undiminished.
"Waaah--"
The familiar sound of the wind gently brushed past him.
That gentle aura made the corners of his mouth turn up slightly.
"You little brat... you're here too."
He chuckled softly, his tone a mixture of pride and a touch of warmth.
A figure stood suspended in mid-air, a dark green coat Hunting Roar in the wind.
The dragon didn't say much, but simply lowered its head slightly, its gaze falling on the Battlefield below where flames and storms raged.
There, a pink-gold dragon roared, its Dragon Breath mingling with the beams of light from massive Sandworms, bursting forth in blinding flames.
That's his son— Monkey D. Luffy.
As Long gazed at the figure of the giant dragon, feeling its vigorous and intense life force, the hard coldness in his eyes softened for a moment.
"Father, I've come."
He said calmly.
Garp's lips twitched, then he burst into a hearty laugh.
"Ha ha--!"
Laughter echoed across the Battlefield —a vibrant, maniacal laugh possessed only by the older generation of monsters.
"My sons, grandsons, apprentices... they're all here fighting alongside me!!"
He clenched his fist tightly, and his Conqueror's Haki erupted like crimson lightning, his aura suddenly soaring, even the sky was forcibly pushed open by his pressure!
"Having fought this far, I feel I have no regrets in this life!"
"Haha--!"
Upon hearing this, Roy's lips curled slightly, and he shook his head with a chuckle, "Grandpa, you're still going strong for your age!"
Then, he looked up at the sky, his eyes deep, his voice low and murmured like the wind, "Almost... we've all arrived."
This statement seems to be some kind of signal.
"What?!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Saint Nusjuro's expression changed drastically. He raised his head alertly, and his body instinctively condensed into a defensive stance, exuding a chilling aura.
There are more experts?!
"Whoosh--! Whoosh--! Whoosh--!"
Behind the dragon, the space suddenly trembled violently!
The air seemed to be struck by a massive hammer, causing layers of sound barriers to shatter, and a sharp explosion resounded throughout the world.
Several powerful figures seemed to have been "slapped" from thousands of miles away, crashing onto the Battlefield with earth- Impact force!
"Boom--!"
The earth roared!
Dust surged and billowed, like a tsunami unleashed by a giant dragon sweeping across the land!
Even Saint Nusjuro raised his arm to shield himself, forcefully resisting the sweeping gale.
"Everyone's here..."
Amidst the smoke and dust, Thunderclap rumbled and storms roared.
A tall figure stepped out first, his golden light as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the entire ruins.
With each step, the earth trembled deeply.
"Roy--!"
His voice was hoarse and passionate, filled with surging, fervent emotions.
"You really... did it!!"
At that moment, even the Thunderclap was drowned out by this roar.
--Gild Tesoro Gilder Tesoro.
His eyes were bloodshot as he gazed at the Holy Land Mary Geoise.
That "abode of the gods" that once made countless people kneel down has now turned to ashes in the flames.
"Haha... Roy, you're a madman--"
Tesoro murmured to himself, his tone a mixture of shock and a near-relief with a smile.
He closed his eyes, and the promise Roy made before leaving years ago flashed through his mind:
"On the day I shatter the nightmare, I will have you personally hand me the first spark."
--And now, the nightmare has begun to crumble.