Dance Powder did not take effect immediately. It needed a long time to absorb enough moisture before it could gather rain clouds and create artificial rainfall.
So Nami could not simply summon wind and rain with a wave of her hand. She could only calculate an approximate time for the rainfall for Garen.
Before that time arrived, Garen had to lure Crocodile out. Otherwise, Crocodile would only be frightened by the dense rain clouds overhead and refuse to show himself.
Fortunately, Garen successfully tricked Crocodile into appearing before the clouds had fully formed.
Unfortunately, he had lured the man out, but the rain had yet to come.
Garen was somewhat frustrated, but he could only brace himself and raise his sword against the enraged Crocodile amid the howling sandstorm.
Flames of fury burst from Crocodile's eyes, and the massive sandstorm he had formed revolved around him at his command.
The yellow sand shrieked as it rubbed against the air at high speed. The increasingly solid and lethal sandstorm tornado finally unleashed its terrifying power amid Crocodile's rage:
"Giant Sandstorm!"
With a wave of Crocodile's hand, the storm, nearly ten meters in radius, swept toward Garen in a rolling tide of yellow sand.
The ancient structures of the royal tomb, which had stood for a thousand years, were as fragile as building blocks glued together in that sandstorm. The towering beams and pillars quickly cracked apart in the gale, while even solid stone visibly weathered into fragments.
When the sandstorm passed, the once-grand hall had been reduced to a heap of ruins. Not even a single intact stone could be found.
The palm trees standing on both sides of the road merely brushed against the edge of the storm before all their moisture was instantly drained away. They withered into rotten