Watching Robin and the others depart into the distance, Shin withdrew his gaze.
Ohara had returned to silence. The flames still burned, but the once-prosperous town and its residents were gone. The Navy fleet had been reduced entirely to ashes, leaving behind nothing but ruins.
Shin paid no attention to any of it. Nature's restorative power would slowly heal the place anyway.
There was no need to worry about Robin's fate either. Olvia had not died, and Saul was alive as well. But those were only minor matters. The world's own inertia was powerful; even if differences emerged, it could often correct itself.
Once Luffy set sail, Robin would always meet him in some form or another. Just as Roger, no matter which plane he was in, would always run into Rayleigh.
Shin turned his gaze toward the sky. His eyes became profound, and deep within them, the truth of the world was revealed, exposing all changes at their most fundamental level.
"What a truly persistent bastard!" Shin snorted coldly and raised one hand. As he did, an inexplicable change swept through the entire world. Everyone froze in that instant, and time itself came to a halt.
An indescribably lofty will emerged—the Deva Path of the pirate world itself...
At the same time, dazzling beams of light rose from Reverse Mountain, Mary Geoise, Laugh Tale, and the Red Line—three places floating above the sea—like three Shackles tightly binding that will.
A deep roar rang out, like the fury of the world itself. Vaguely, a phantom resembling Orochi appeared, its body covered in chains.
"If you don't want to die, stay quiet!" Shin snorted. A speck of pitch-black origin emerged in his eyes, revealing Dark Gaia's aura. The Deva Path, which had yet to form its own consciousness, immediately froze.
Seizing