The True Nika!

At the heart of the pure-white pillar of light, devastating kinetic force exploded.

A figure burst up from the edge of the sea. He was a meteor flying against its course.

With enough force to tear everything apart, he crashed straight into the snow-covered battlefield.

The pure-white pillar that spanned heaven and earth seemed to possess a god's will. It split down the middle with a thunderous roar.

White light raced aside, bowing before its king.

An impossibly broad corridor of white light opened by sheer force.

The figure hurtled through the air at incalculable speed, holding nothing back.

He moved too fast for the air to get out of his way.

The airflow compressed until it broke, leaving a long white trail behind him.

The trail was so brilliant that his path across the sky lingered for several seconds.

It hung overhead, an indelible white mark burned into the sky.

A vast rift opened in the sky that darkness had ruled for a hundred years. From the wound poured the purest light of freedom.

Luffy's Nika Form stood fully revealed.

His entire body was wrapped in pulsing white light, utterly unlike Imu's bone-chilling demonic energy.

It was neither cold nor harsh. It did not hurt the eyes.

It brimmed with warm, lively, fervent vitality, flowing and leaping across his body.

Countless tiny motes of light danced across his skin like musical notes.

Together, they beat the drums of liberation.

His short black hair changed shape, becoming a mass of flame.

Pure-white tongues of fire streamed through the gale. Even the howling wind could not extinguish them.

Every strand shone dazzlingly as he moved through the air.

His flying white hair blazed like a sun dancing madly, lighting the black ice.

The intense white flames drove away the cold.

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