The sudden storm disrupted the Warl Sea Battle.
In an instant, heaven and earth darkened, and the raging sea swallowed every tiny living thing.
Even though the powerful figures of the pirate world possessed the strength to split mountains and destroy cities, they still seemed far too insignificant before the sea.
Following Shiki's order to retreat, countless ships rapidly withdrew to the rear. By the time they had all escaped, half of the pirate ships had already been buried beneath the sea.
This was undoubtedly a massive blow to Shiki. Having lost half his forces, he was still one of the strongest pirates on the Grand Line, but he could no longer stand alone at the very top.
And the Warl Sea Battle would surely become known to all, marked by his defeat.
That was how this world worked. Once you failed, no one cared about the reasons. Fortunately, he himself had survived. Though there was now a ship's wheel stuck in his head, as long as Golden Lion still floated in the sky, he remained a major figure no one could ignore.
"Whew... whew...!"
Just after Shiki retreated, Roger returned to his ship and gasped heavily. With his serious illness, even he found such an intense battle somewhat beyond his strength.
But everything was better now. The god of the sea had ultimately stood on their side.
From above the clouds, Shin overlooked the developments below. Resting his chin on one hand, he fell into brief contemplation.
Clearly, Roger was not strong enough to win this battle. If not for that sudden storm, the entire Roger Pirates might have been buried at sea.
Yet the storm had come, precisely when Roger needed it most.
Shin already had an answer to this outcome.
Luck was sometimes something profoundly mysterious,