Several points of light floated in the sky, and Borsalino's elementalized body rapidly altered its position through continuous refraction, yet the sense of crisis in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.
Without stopping, Borsalino accelerated even further.
Though the speed of the Glint-Glint Fruit was not true light speed, it still reached the pinnacle of speed among the many Devil Fruits.
A few seconds was enough to fly across a distance unimaginable to ordinary people, and in the end, Borsalino did not even know how far he had flown until he confirmed that the sense of crisis in his heart had vanished, whereupon he finally halted his pace.
Looking back, the clouds generated by the power of Nidhogg had already dispersed, and the sky looked as though an abyss's entrance had been ripped open within it, continuously devouring everything around it.
"So this is... Rocks..."
Thirty-eight years ago, Borsalino was already a twenty-year-old youth; although he had not yet joined the Marines, he was no stranger to the resounding villainous name of Rocks across the seas.
The World Government wanted to erase the traces of the Rocks Pirates' existence, but a once-prominent Rocks Pirates could not be erased simply by wanting to.
The seas merely loathed to bring up that terrifying era of the past, yet the older generation had not forgotten the existence of Rocks and the others.
That was an infamous name capable of stopping children from crying back then, and neither Marines nor pirates would underestimate the other party.
Even among the youths, those who took the trouble to inquire had once heard of this moniker.
The people of that era had not all perished; newspapers could be destroyed, but word-of-mouth news could not.
The new generation in the Marines was no exception, as Hina,