No one had expected the Mountain Ancestor to awaken. Though it wreaked havoc for less than a day before the crisis was resolved,
the pain it left upon the world in that brief span was still beyond words.
Centered around that claw, there was hardly a living thing to be seen across an unimaginably vast stretch of sea. Humans, especially those who mainly lived on land, suffered catastrophic casualties.
New World, uncharted waters.
On the Sunny Go, Nami let out a soft groan and slowly woke up.
"Are we... still alive?"
"I don't know... but this place might really be hell!"
A familiar voice came from beside her. Nami looked up and saw that several of the Straw Hat Pirates' main fighters had already awakened, yet all of them stood blankly beside the heavily shattered railing at the stern, staring into the distance.
Was there something out there?
Nami wondered in confusion as she struggled to stand.
Then she suddenly noticed that blood was seeping through the bandages on Luffy's left hand, staining his arm red. His left hand gripped the Sunny Go's stern railing tightly, and the tension in his muscles had torn open his wounds, blood streaming down.
"Luffy, your injuries..."
Just as she was about to say something, Nami's pupils suddenly contracted, and she held her breath.
"What is this?!"
The sea was covered by countless floating objects, obscuring its original color. The Sunny Go drifted slowly with the tide, while those floating objects followed the ocean currents, silently trailing behind the ship.
Quiet. Eerie.
But upon closer inspection, those floating objects were all corpses!
There were elderly people, children, adults, and women.
There were also beasts, sea creatures, fish, shrimp, and birds, both familiar and unfamiliar.
The corpses formed a mountain of death as vast as