Maud and Moria's battle left the pirates hiding in the woods dumbstruck.
The scene before them had only ever appeared in their dreams.
Yet even when that dream became reality before their eyes, they still felt as though they were trapped in a dream.
Both of Moria's arms had been severed. What did that mean?
They knew the answer all too well.
As long as that young man pushed a little harder, as long as he knocked Moria down...
They would be able to reclaim their own shadows.
In fact, thanks to Lafitte and the others eliminating the zombies one by one, more than half of the pirates present had already recovered their shadows.
However, their long struggle had been aimed at reclaiming everyone's shadows.
Only after everyone's shadows had returned could they enjoy the victory of this struggle.
Even if that victory had simply fallen into their laps.
"Knock Moria down..."
The burly woman at the head of the group thought to herself.
On the battlefield.
Moria and Maud had noticed the onlookers hiding in the woods long ago, but they had no time to pay them any attention.
Boom--
The severed arm, tumbling through the air, slammed heavily into the ground and splashed an eye-catching streak of blood.
"I..."
Moria glared furiously, letting blood gush from his severed arm as he roared, "How could I be defeated by some rookie? Impossible!!! I am... a Shichibukai!!!"
His voice, laden with rage and unwillingness to accept defeat, spread throughout Thriller Bark.
Along with his roar, shadows shot out from his open mouth and flew toward somewhere in the distance.
As the shadows departed, Moria's body slowly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Maud calmly watched Moria's face, twisted with rage and unwillingness to accept defeat. He flipped