Three months later, Grand Line, Skypiea, the Divine Land of God.
This place, once regarded by countless Sky Island residents as a forbidden land of the gods, was now permeated by a pungent scorched smell.
More than half of the grand palace-like structures had collapsed, and the exposed ancient vines still bore scorch marks from lightning strikes and flames.
The white cloud-brick ground was riddled with cracks. Strange black flames still burned in several places, impossible to extinguish even with clouds.
At the center of the grounds, a tall figure lay sprawled beside the wreckage of a shattered throne.
His earlobes hung down to his chest, golden ornaments adorned his bare upper body, and the four drums on his back, engraved with Three Tomoe patterns, had already been damaged.
The dazzling lightning that had once covered his entire body had faded and gone out, leaving only faint arcs of electricity feebly dancing across his charred skin.
The man panted violently. A blade wound so deep that bone was visible ran across his chest, nearly cleaving him in two.
If not for the foundation of a Logia's elemental body and his tenacious vitality, he would have died long ago.
This man was none other than—
Thunder God, Enel!
The ruler of Sky Island, the man who called himself a god!
At this moment, Enel's eyes, always filled with arrogance, were full of confusion and an indescribable terror buried deep within.
He stared fixedly ahead at the uninvited guests who had kicked him down from his invincible divine throne.
There were not many of them, only a dozen or so.
They wore matching dark clothing beneath dark robes embroidered with the Flame Gunbai clan crest. Some stood, some sat, each in a different posture.
Under the perception of his Mantra, several of