Although Roger would not be in mortal danger.
There was something Shin had not said aloud: no one besides Roger fell within that protection.
Shin and Buggy had remained on the ship for three days. During those three days, they had no idea what had happened on Devil Island.
Perhaps Shin knew, but he said nothing.
Just as Buggy began to worry desperately whether anyone would return, a terrifying roar rang out across the entire island.
An incomparable wave of Haki shot into the sky, erupting from the island's center as the purest force of destruction.
A scream came from the island—one Buggy would never forget for the rest of his life. Unlike any scream he had ever heard from a person, it sounded more like a demonic cry uttered by the island itself.
It rose from the deepest depths of the human soul, stirring up one's most primal fear and agitation. Simply hearing it made him feel unbearably miserable.
Then, the entire island slowly began to sink.
Only after everything vanished beneath the horizon did several small boats head toward the Oro Jackson.
"Captain!" The instant Roger stepped onto the deck, Buggy rushed up to greet him dramatically. But in the next moment, he realized something was wrong.
Roger's face was incomparably grim, his eyes filled with anger, savagery, remorse, and every other negative emotion.
Buggy had spent so long aboard the ship, yet he had never seen Roger wear such an expression. Startled, he looked behind Roger and found that only about half the crew had returned.
"Shanks... what happened?" Buggy moved to Shanks's side and asked quietly.
At the same time, he sharply noticed the deep wound on Shanks's body. It was a sword wound, but that alone was not the issue. He noticed that it had