Another hour passed in the blink of an eye.
The torrential rain that had begun at dawn had long since stopped, and the magnificent dusk clouds that had originally set the sky ablaze had, unnoticed with the passing of time, been replaced by a sky full of stars.
Night had fallen.
The moonlight was clear, its faint silver glow spilling across the cliff top.
Under the focus of countless gazes, Katakuri, who had fought bitterly for so long, finally reached his limit.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, the entire cliff trembled violently as a tall, muscular figure crashed heavily into the ground, smashing out a massive crater over ten meters wide.
At the center of the crater, Katakuri lay sprawled on his back, his face deathly pale and his body covered in scorched marks left by rampaging lightning.
His vision had already blurred. He gritted his teeth and used every last ounce of strength to raise an elbow and push himself up, but in the end, he could not hold on. His eyes closed, and his arm dropped limply to the ground.
The trident Mogura rolled away to one side, occasionally crackling with faint electrical currents.
"Brother Katakuri..."
The cliff fell deathly silent. Countless pirates, especially members of the Charlotte Family, stared blankly at the scene in utter shock, murmuring in a daze.
Brother Katakuri, who had been invincible for more than a decade and had never known defeat, had actually fallen just like this today?
What they found even harder to accept was that the battle had lasted less than two hours from beginning to end.
A crushing defeat. An utter, all-around crushing defeat.
Some Charlotte Family officers swallowed hard as they watched Noah descend slowly from the sky like a god of thunder, their eyes filled with terror.