The morning sun broke through the darkness, bathing the entire world in dawn's glow.
Above the sky stretched a vast, pale sea of clouds.
Bathed in the light of the changing sun and moon, it appeared especially enchanting.
Sky City, nestled amid the boundless sea of clouds, had already begun to send up curling plumes of smoke before dawn arrived.
Before the morning dew had even dried, the enormous city had already begun operating like a giant machine.
Everyone busied themselves intensely, realizing their own value.
Yet things were different from usual.
As the deadline for the final war became widely known, Sky City's recent bustle had taken on an air of tension and fervor.
Dense crowds moved through the streets or worked inside factories.
But unlike before, they would unconsciously look up from time to time toward the massive palace complex in the sky.
It was as though they could only live their daily lives in peace so long as that familiar cluster of enormous palaces still stood quietly there.
Sky City.
At the very top of the tallest structure, above Roy's palace complex.
The White Cloud Dome.
Unlike Roy's other palaces, this building was filled with modern technology and entirely clad in a moon-silver hue.
Within Roy's forces, this building was equivalent to Pangaea Castle in Mary Geoise, the core of the World Government.
Those who could normally come here were either key elites under Roy's command, kings who had been subdued across the seas, leaders of Roy's unaffiliated forces, or overwhelmingly powerful figures like Whitebeard and the others. Every move made here could be said to affect the development of Roy's vast power.
At the same time, it influenced the crucial balance within the Pirate World.
A massive layer of transparent glass covered the sky above the