Dawn

The roar finally dissipated between heaven and earth.

The lingering clouds rolled in, and the scorching air still carried the smells of ashes and lightning.

At the summit of the Red Line, Holy Land Mary Geoise representing "God," is now reduced to ruins.

A massive, deep crater pierces the heavens and the earth, appearing from above like a black scar that has cleaved the Red Line in two.

It was bottomless, as if even the gates of hell had been torn open.

The air was eerily still.

The wind no longer howls.

The flames were slowly dying down.

--Imu's presence completely dissipated.

That oppressive feeling that could suffocate the soul is no longer there.

High in the sky, the lightning dissipated, and the fighting spirit faded.

Roy, Garp, Luffy stood side by side.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, their clothes torn, blood and dust mingled together, yet they stood like three eternal monuments in the first light of dawn.

Luffy was panting heavily, and his fists were still trembling.

He grinned, revealing a familiar smile, tinged with weariness and genuine relief.

"Huff... huff--Is it over...?"

Garp did not respond.

He simply gazed silently at the abyss, his old eyes, weathered by countless battles, revealing a complex light.

He slowly unclenched his bloodied fist, and on the collapsed earth, he seemed to see glimpses of the past—

The man standing on the sea, his gaze sharp as a knife;

That monster that the whole world feared, yet which some still respected;

The man who was swallowed by darkness, yet shed tears at the last moment;

That... he and Roger barely managed to defeat it.

Garp's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his deep voice carrying the weight of years.

"Rocks..."

He closed his eyes and murmured softly, his voice tinged with an undisguised regret.

He knew that so-called "demons" were never born that way.

Those were "people" driven mad by the times and crushed by fate.

In the distance, in the afterglow of thunder and fire,

Loki held his thunder hammer aloft, flames burning between his muscles.

"Call--"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, his shoulders trembling slightly, his golden eyes still gleaming with undiminished fighting spirit.

"That's... the end?"

His lips twitched, and he let out a low laugh.

"I've only just warmed up..."

Despite their burning fighting spirit, they could not conceal the deep respect in their hearts.

On the other side, Teach silently stared at the deep pit.

The wind ruffled his half-white cloak, and the embers of the fire reflected in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth, which were usually all smiles, were unusually closed off at this moment, and his pupils flickered with complexity and contemplation.

"Father... Mother... Grandfather..."

He murmured softly, his knuckles turning white silently, even his smile tinged with sadness.

High in the sky, Roy hovered in mid-air, surrounded by lightning and wind.

His eyes were slightly closed, Observation Haki spread like waves, sensing the breath of the entire world.

The flow of air, energy, life, and soul...

Every subtle fluctuation was clearly felt in his heart.

A few breaths later, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as a galaxy.

"... disappeared," he whispered.

At that moment, his expression finally relaxed slightly.

"Was it because the Devil Contract was broken that it suffered a complete backlash?"

He silently recited it in his heart, then gently shook his head.

No, not just --

"Garp's Earth-Splitting Punch, plus the continuous Conqueror's Coating... she had already reached her limit."

The lightning danced on his fingertips, then silently extinguished.

Only the wind remained, gently brushing against his face.

The first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds on the horizon, illuminating the Battlefield.

The long night has finally passed.

The God of Darkness has fallen completely.

In the distance, another battle has finally come to an end.

As Imu's aura completely vanished, the "Netherworld Seal" within the body of the Saint Garling, who had been corrupted by demonic power, suddenly shattered!

"Buzz--!"

The black markings on his chest began to flow backward, the evil energy flowing in his blood surged wildly, and the black flames rolled back, like countless vengeful spirits tearing at his body.

"Ahhh--!"

The Saint Garling roared to the sky, his voice filled with pain and despair, and his violent energy tore the heavens and earth apart.

"It's time to end this."

Zoro murmured softly.

He looked up, the blade reflecting the firelight, his eyes no longer filled with anger, but only with a cold, resolute determination.

Kuina slowly walked to his side, her long hair flying in the wind. Her gaze briefly met Zoro's; silence spoke volumes.

They both took a deep breath at the same time.

The wind stopped.

Flame, solidified.

Even time seemed to be frozen by their murderous intent.

--Zoro, Three- Three-Sword Style

--Kuina · One Sword Style.

The two stumbled and stepped onto the boundary between life and death.

"Final Scene - Twin Eclipse Slash--!"

The world fell into absolute silence in an instant.

Kuina's figure dissolved in the darkness, transforming into the phantoms of countless blood bats, completely isolating Saint Garling from this world.

Zoro closed his eyes, and with a chorus of three swords, the hidden "Shura" aura was fully unleashed as the blades vibrated.

"Rashomon —open!!"

The gates of hell slowly appeared in the void.

The intent of the blade transforms into wind, the wind into killing intent, and the killing intent transforms into countless invisible "slashes."

In the next instant, two blades flashed across the Battlefield simultaneously!

Zoro's slash was silent, transforming into countless "dark crows" that swept through the air.

The trajectory of each Crow is a sharp line that cuts through Sky Splitter, silent yet deadly.

Kuina's thrust was like a crimson river, piercing the darkness and devouring everything; the trajectory of that sword was like the final line of fate.

Once it's gone, there's no turning back.

"Whoosh--!"

The two passed each other.

The sound of the air being cut off lingered for a full half second.

At that moment, not even the wind dared to make a sound.

Saint Garling's pupils dilated, and his body trembled slightly.

He slowly lowered his head and saw that his chest was covered by countless fine "lines".

Those are interwoven knife marks—

The network is intricate and interwoven, like a spider web or a prison.

He tried to move, but found his body was no longer responsive.

Zoro and Kuina simultaneously sheathed their swords.

"Infinite Sword Prison: Bloom--!"

"Buzz--!"

Instantly, the trajectories of all the slashes lit up simultaneously!

Dark green and blood red light intertwined to form a three-dimensional sword array, as if countless spatial rifts were closing simultaneously!

"Click--!"

The Sword Prison suddenly contracted!

"Shuashua--!"

Saint Garling's body was instantly torn into countless fragments. There was no blood, no screams, only fragments of light and shadow dissipating in the wind.

At that moment, it felt as if even death had been severed.

After the light faded, the world returned to its normal state.

Zoro and Kuina stood back to back, neither of them turning around, their swords sheathed and no longer trembling.

The wind gently lifted the corners of their clothes and scattered the ashes on the ground.

Kuina murmured, "It's over..."

Zoro smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and chuckled softly:

"Ah... it's over."

The wind began to blow again, and sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, illuminating the blood-stained Battlefield.