Blood dripped continuously onto the ground.
The three figures finally stopped fighting.
Each of them staggered apart, scattered across three corners of the battlefield, no longer having the strength to throw another blow.
Garp dropped to one knee.
The wound in his shoulder, pierced through by the Sea King Halberd, continued to seep blood. His right arm had nearly gone numb and hung limply at his side. His face was streaked with blood and sweat, and his once-bright eyes had now dimmed.
He gasped heavily, his chest rising and falling violently. Every breath tugged at his wounds and sent piercing pain through his body.
Robin knelt on the ground.
Her arms were a mangled mass of flesh and blood. The arms that had been severed by the Sea King Halberd, regrown, and severed again had placed an enormous burden on her body.
Her face was pale as paper, and dried blood still stained the corner of her lips. Her breathing was faint and hurried, as though she might pass out at any moment.
And Shirahoshi.
She had fallen to the ground.
Her beautiful fish tail lay weakly across the ground, its scales covered in blood and dust.
Her long hair was scattered over her body, stripped of its former luster.
There were no obvious wounds left on her body.
She had forcibly repaired all of them with the power of seawater.
But she had completely run out of strength.
She lay there without even the strength to stand.
Facing many enemies alone, even she had found it somewhat overwhelming in the end.
The loss of physical strength could perhaps still be restored with seawater.
But mental exhaustion could not be replenished.
After a long while.
Robin slowly rose to her feet.
She was drenched in blood, and every step was