"You should be Imu, right? I do not understand what you meant by those words just now," Zephyr said first, his expression darkening.
"However, I want to know this. As the highest authority of the World Government, you clearly knew that meeting your gaze would endanger their lives. Why did you not warn them, or restrain this power beforehand?"
The deep voice made the Marine officers present instinctively avert their eyes from those eerie pupils and look toward Imu, hidden within the interplay of light and shadow.
Only after hearing Zephyr's words did they come to their senses and realize what had just happened.
The blood-soaked plaza around them, strewn with mangled flesh and severed limbs, formed a ghastly sight that seemed to grip their hearts with an invisible hand.
By their rough estimate, in that brief instant alone, at least several hundred—perhaps even over a thousand—Marine soldiers had exploded.
The casualties were even greater than those caused by the Blood Flag Pirates.
If they had not seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed that these Marine soldiers had not died at the hands of pirates?
But at the hands of the World Government's supreme leader instead.
"Damn you, Zephyr! How dare you question Lord Imu? Do you realize that is a betrayal of justice?" Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro shouted sharply.
However, the immense aura that had surrounded him moments ago had long since vanished without a trace.
The mysterious patterns that had appeared on his forehead and face had also disappeared.
The only difference was that the Five Elders, who had previously looked vigorous, now showed a hint of age.
It seemed that their talk of risking their lives had not been an exaggeration.
If that power had truly been unleashed—
they would likely have exhausted