The Power of Imu!

I wonder how Nami and the others are doing—and what's happening on the main battlefield.

Chopper's weak murmur was swept away by the cold wind and vanished into the endless snowstorm.

Beyond the ice fields at the island's edge lay the main battlefield at its center.

The fighting here was fiercer than anything on Zoro's front.

Heaven and earth seemed trapped inside a meat grinder running wild.

Countless black rifts tore across the sky.

The ground had shattered, leaving only chasms and enormous spikes of ice.

Loki, the Giants' god of war, looked like an ancient demon, his muscles bulging.

He gripped his massive battle-axe with both hands.

Armament Haki burned like black fire across its blade.

His ally Iron Thunder surged with power, turning into silver lightning that raced around the battlefield's edge.

Fighting side by side, they held nothing back from the start, briefly forcing the battle into a stalemate.

Imu hovered in midair.

A loose robe covered him, his face hidden in deep shadow.

He used no weapon. Invisible energy flowed from every movement of his hands and feet.

It erupted in terrifying shock waves.

Snow was ripped from the ground and swept skyward in a white torrent.

Every swing of Loki's axe slammed against Imu's invisible barrier.

Thunderous impacts shook the sky, sending violent ripples through the surrounding space.

One above, one below; one attacking, one defending. For a short time, they fought the god above them to a standstill.

But as the battle dragged on, the balance shifted.

Imu's slight frame concealed a terrifying reserve: immense power accumulated over hundreds of years.

Its depths seemed bottomless.

No matter how fiercely Loki and Iron Thunder fought, Imu's aura did not weaken in the slightest.

His attacks came without pause, growing more vicious by the moment.

Invisible