And so,
after a brief pause,
the destruction continued.
Sakazuki seemed to have vented all his fury and frustration on this island that "did not exist in the world."
The ignorant islanders, who had thought they were safe, fell into panic once more.
Magma shells filled the sky, falling to the ground like a volcanic eruption and triggering violent explosions and searing heat.
No one could survive against such a natural-disaster-like power!
After all, not everyone was named Austin.
"Why?! Why would the Navy slaughter civilians?!"
"Damn it!! I only came to Ohara to stock up on goods!!"
"I'm a noble from the neighboring island, you... Aah!!!"
Regardless of whether they were innocent or who they were, the indiscriminate destruction continued.
Amid this apocalyptic scene, two figures happened to pass through, witnessing this land destroyed by arrogance—by ideals.
They occasionally used a Den Den Mushi to record the scene. No one wanted to interfere, and no one dared to, because Austin had promised the Five Elders that he was only using it to check in and collect records and would not leak anything captured by the Den Den Mushi.
And so,
whether it was Cipher Pol, the Navy, or even the magma shells falling from the sky, all consciously or unconsciously avoided coming within ten meters of the two.
In this region being erased, the two figures had forcibly carved out a ten-meter safety line.
The scattered civilians fleeing for their lives soon noticed this miraculous sight.
They shoved forward madly. Even if they had to trample their former friends and family underfoot, they still wanted to squeeze into that safe zone where survival was possible.
Seeing this, neither the Navy nor CP9 dared step closer. They could only stand outside with troubled expressions and kill those forced out of