Unlike Garen, who was full of hot air, Golden Lion was an honest man.
When he said he would help, he truly stepped in to help.
By then, the hurricane had already swept in. Bolts of lightning thicker than the ships themselves rained down in dense succession, igniting clusters of dazzling fire across the dark sea.
Yet those flames were not symbols of hope. Instead, they resembled ghostly fires blazing before the gates of hell, foretelling the fleet's inevitable destruction.
But amid such despair, Phantom Golden Lion soared against the tide and into the wind. Like a hero, he danced between the storm, towering waves, and lightning, using the power of his Float-Float Fruit to pull one massive warship after another free from the waves and send them flying into the sky.
The warships flew higher and faster, gradually breaking through the thick thunderclouds, escaping the raging winds, floating several thousand meters above the sea, then shooting straight toward an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Though the hurricane was fierce, the air at ten thousand meters was remarkably safe.
While this place was still within the hurricane's range, the wind had weakened greatly and could not affect these burly pirates at all.
Moreover, there were no towering waves or lightning here, no danger of capsizing at sea or being struck by thunder. These floating ships had risen from hell into heaven and were finally free from danger.
This was a natural shelter from the wind.
It was an altitude no one else could reach. Only Golden Lion, this unique lifesaver, could easily bring massive warships up here.
"Hmm."
As Golden Lion dragged the warships higher, he sighed with some doubt:
"When I fought Roger back then, why didn't I think of lifting all my men out of the sea to