Sabaody Archipelago.
Today, this island—the true end of the first half of the Grand Line—suffered a devastating calamity.
Or rather, from this day onward, the island had vanished from the world.
The sudden bombardment first brought violent earthquakes to the Sabaody Archipelago.
Then came the surging tsunami, possessing enough power to destroy everything.
And finally, after enduring the baptism of the tsunami, something even more terrifying happened.
The Red Line had been blasted open.
For the Sabaody Archipelago, this was clearly a catastrophic reality.
After all, strictly speaking, the Sabaody Archipelago was not a true island.
The archipelago had formed because the sap secreted by enormous mangrove trees had bound together debris drifting across the sea, gradually accumulating over countless years to create the Sabaody Archipelago.
However, the roots of those enormous mangrove trees were embedded in the Red Line. Once that section of the Red Line they depended on had been shattered, the Sabaody Archipelago naturally became rootless duckweed.
The enormous mangrove trees toppled one after another, and the entire Sabaody Archipelago shattered in an instant.
Only a handful of lucky people survived the disaster.
At a time like this, they truly had to thank the enormous mangrove trees that had formed the Sabaody Archipelago over the long years before.
Once again, they became shelters for the lucky survivors.
Those massive trees could barely float on the sea. The survivors clung to them, barely managing to live through wave after wave of tsunami.
But that good fortune soon came to an end.
"What the hell is that?!"
Someone screamed himself hoarse.
What he was screaming at was the gigantic floating warship beneath the distant sky, clearly visible even from the Sabaody Archipelago.
Everyone had seen it. That thing had shattered the Red Line. That thing had brought destruction to