The morning sun pierced the darkness in the distance.
Marineford was already surrounded by dozens upon dozens of warships.
A grim, killing aura had begun to spread through this dawn morning.
In the square behind Marine Headquarters' circular bay, vast numbers of Marines had already formed battle formations. Base Commanders who cut imposing figures across the Four Seas could only be considered slightly stronger than ordinary soldiers here.
Rear Admirals and officers of even higher rank, who were rarely seen under normal circumstances, appeared here in great numbers.
A dense mass of fighting power filled the square before the Marine Headquarters building.
An army numbering over a hundred thousand seemed boundless beneath the fluttering Marine flags.
The magnificence of the formation was not merely reflected in its numbers. As the Marines below continued to raise morale, every one of them knew what they were about to face and what their duty was.
The Marines were more united than ever. They supported and encouraged one another as they faced the challenge brought by the Yonko of the Grand Line's New World.
This courage and unity made Marine Headquarters even more impregnable.
Sometimes, the bottom line of justice was remarkably flexible. It could be pulled out when needed, then casually stuffed back away when it was not.
And that saying had begun with Whitebeard.
Walking out of his office, he looked down from the corridor at the countless Marines below.
The Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power was said to be capable of destroying the world.
The surrounding Marines regarded these five great villains with wariness and disgust.
Gecko Moria spread his arms as well. Though he spoke of Whitebeard, his gaze was fixed on the circle of formidable Marine elites around him.
"Damn it, they actually sent all of CP0's remaining forces to Marine