The Clan of D's Hatred Could Be Revived

High above.

Im vanished without a sound.

Soon,

everyone at the distant horizon—including the Five Elders and Sengoku—sensed the presence of Devil Fruits.

Their powers had returned.

Clearly, the disappearance of Devil Fruit abilities had indeed been connected to Im's appearance.

"It's all over!"

"The Gild Tesoro really is..."

Sakazuki and the others felt unwilling to accept it.

They could hardly believe that the man they'd wanted to grind to dust had been lying silently and horribly mangled beneath the shattered ice. His eyes, once so arrogant and domineering, had lost their former gleam.

He was dead.

Just like that.

It had all been too easy.

And somehow hard to accept.

For a moment, their hearts felt strangely empty.

"We won this war!"

"A pyrrhic victory."

A sigh.

Sengoku looked at the New Marineford that no longer existed. Icebergs, ravines, cracks, and chasms were everywhere. Of the Marines recruited from around the world, the death toll had reached 99.9 percent.

The losses were as heavy as those in the war that had nearly wiped out the Marines.

They had lost far too much.

It would probably be years before the Marines could function again.

It was easy to imagine that this war would go down in history, surpassing every war before it. The people and forces involved were incredibly powerful and beyond belief.

"Let's go!"

The three Five Elders vanished as well.

The war was over. The aftermath could be left to Sakazuki and the others.

They needed to return and pay their respects to Lord Im.

But the turmoil in their hearts refused to settle. Even a god could be wounded and cough up blood; he wasn't truly invincible.

Just after the three Five Elders left,

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!

Space tore open.

Several terrifying auras swept across the sky,