Ghidorah

When the Navy launched its campaign against pirates and outlaw forces across the entire Grand Line,

Teach was already growing impatient at the Night Palace.

Holding a golden, scaly Devil Fruit in his hand, he flew higher and higher until he reached an altitude of nearly six thousand meters.

Teach was barely able to contain his excitement. Ghidorah's complete maturation was precisely why he could no longer wait—and why he had begun working with the Beasts Pirates to launch this latest attack.

A great many things had changed. He couldn't wait several more years to act; he had to push certain matters forward himself.

If that was the case, why keep waiting?

That was the absolute confidence that came with strength.

Just holding it, he could feel the terrifying power within.

Perhaps because it had only just been born and no one had eaten it yet, it was different from an ordinary Devil Fruit. It truly seemed alive; he could feel it clearly.

It radiated an eerie, terrifying power. The light and air around it twisted constantly, the light bending strangely as if it were about to suck people in.

The potent will contained within the fruit connected with Teach and resonated with him.

An invisible pull drew him in. As he held it, his heart raced, and desire rose within him.

But Teach had grown accustomed to it. That pull and longing had never faded over the years.

As he stared at it, he seemed to see the fruit's true nature: roaring at the sky, spreading its wings, as if reaching out to embrace him.

"Soon, we'll become one." Teach looked down at the sea, suppressing his excitement.

After all, he had waited a long time. Nearly thirteen years had passed since the fifth year of the Great Pirate