A deafening boom erupted as Conqueror's Haki clashed across the distance. Black-and-red lightning spread and intertwined, colliding to form a vast web that shrouded the sea.
The air trembled violently, and seawater surged upward, spilling through the air.
Even the people far away on Elegia could see the destruction unfolding across the distant sea, as if a meteor had crashed into the ocean.
At the very center of the devastating clash, the Red-Haired Pirates and Garp stood suspended in midair, facing off from a distance.
Shanks raised his trembling hand, gripping Famous Sword Griffin, and took a deep breath.
Then he turned to Louis, who stood behind his companions' protection, and smiled. "Set sail without worry, Louis!"
"We'll take care of things here!"
The trouble with Garp had started because of him and his companions, so it was only right that it ended with them, too.
Louis didn't refuse. "All right!"
He extended one hand, and a golden radiance rose from his palm. Beams of golden light emerged from it, one after another, and entered the members of the Red-Haired Pirates.
In only a moment, everyone except Lime Jones and Hongou, who had already received treatment, had returned to peak condition.
The Red-Haired Pirates were few in number, so healing them all didn't even leave Louis feeling tired.
Then, without paying any attention to Garp's conflicted expression in the distance, he turned around, beating the wings on his back. He had already accomplished what he came for; there was no need to stay.
Above the heaving sea, Shanks turned toward Louis and flashed him a radiant smile.
"Louis."
"What is it?" Louis turned around.
Beneath the straw hat, Shanks's eyes held emotions too complex to describe. His voice was gentle and calm as he said:
"I'm counting on you to