"Are we going to make a move?"
Inside a hotel.
A Revolutionary Army officer looked toward Dragon, who remained silent. Garp stood beside him, his expression grave as he stared at the throne shrouded in a haze of ten colors.
Observation Haki couldn't sense a thing.
Even if you closed your eyes, you wouldn't notice it, even standing face-to-face.
It existed and yet didn't exist, strange and uncanny.
That sensation was similar to a god's.
Dragon, in particular, felt his heart sink.
He had been in close contact with God and knew that sensation well: an illusory presence that was also supremely powerful.
"Wait a little longer."
Dragon already had his answer.
But he still wasn't ready to give up hope. He wanted to wait a bit more.
What if the Richest Group was just putting on an act?
It wasn't impossible.
In any case, as long as they didn't make a move, it would be fine.
There were plenty of people who planned to sit back and reap the benefits without getting involved.
Doflamingo and the other Shichibukai, Morgans the Big News and the other underground kings, Kidd and the other Supernovas, the Bind Pirates, the Landis Pirates, and other countries and pirate forces all watched in silence.
The three Four Emperors and the Navy had already made their moves. Even if every key player in the Richest Group turned up, they'd still be outnumbered. And don't forget the Flying Pirates, Phoenix, Fire Fist Ace, Charlotte Katakuri, Sengoku, Aokiji, Fujitora, and Ryokugyu—they hadn't made a move yet!
There was only one miracle that could turn the tide.
That the man in the legend was truly inside that ten-colored haze.
Whoosh!
A beam of sword light shot up from the ground, its icy gleam illuminating the entire area.
It happened