From now on, I am the iron law of this world

He saw it.

Natsu's left hand fingers were trembling slightly.

That trembling wasn't the kind caused by physical exhaustion; it was the body's instinctive reaction when resisting something.

Madara's Nine-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan stared intently at the World Will, while the nine rays of light from Kotoamatsukami were still being maintained, though the rays were thinning.

Fugaku withdrew his gaze and glanced down at the battlefield.

The Demon Entities still has remnants, but it is no longer a threat.

He raised his hand and gestured to the Night Owl Guard behind him.

"Speed up. Once this area is cleared, everyone gather around and prepare to support Sky Dome."

The World Will stood at the center of the Pentagram Formation, its crimson-orange eyes sweeping across the surrounding area.

It sensed it.

The crimson-gold domain of Takamagahara is gradually stripping away its control over this world.

Those rules and Scepter that it could originally call upon at will are now as if they are blocked by something; it can see them and sense them, but it cannot touch them.

It reached out to grab it, but couldn't. It used its Scepter to try and connect, but still couldn't.

It needs a final seal.

The final chain. The last chain remaining within Imu's body, sealing away the last of his Origin power.

Once that chain is torn apart, all the top Devil Fruit User of Mythical Zoan, Logia, and Paramecia — Kaido, Big Mom, Blackbeard, Whitebeard, Ace, Marco, Jozu, Sengoku, Akainu, Kizaru —will have their power drained.

At that time, it will be able to integrate the complete rules of this world and become a "world" in the truest sense.

Even Natsu, who had awakened Takamagahara, could not defeat it in this world.

The World Will raised its hand. Its fingers reached towards its own chest, towards the final chain.

Natsu saw it.

He had no expression.

He simply raised his head, his Nine-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan quietly rotating in its sockets, all eighteen Tomoe simultaneously emitting a crimson-gold light.

Her pristine white robe billowed in the still air, and her long, jet-black hair flowed freely behind her.

He slowly rose into the air, his figure climbing higher and higher in the void until he looked down over the entire battlefield.

"Heavenly Fate Technique: Takamagahara Divine Amnesty"

His voice was flat.

It was as flat as ice slowly cracking.

A crimson-gold light poured out from the Nine-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan, more intense and pure than ever before.

The light was no longer a sweeping wave, but condensed into five extremely solid, almost tangible pillars of light, shooting out from his body in five directions.

"Heavenly Decree: Absolute Severance- Suppressing."

He curled his right fingers into a claw and pressed down.

The five beams of light suddenly froze in five directions, landing, taking root, rising, and expanding.

Five towering pillars rose from the ground, each engraved with dense crimson-gold patterns, the depths of which surged with the Origin power of Yin–Yang Release and Takamagahara intertwined.

Five pillars formed a giant pentagon, enclosing the entire Takamagahara region within it. Then, all rules were severed.

Within Imu, the finger of the World Will had reached the final chain.

Its fingertips touched the surface of the chain.

But the next second, it felt an extremely terrifying sense of rejection—a sense of rejection that pressed down from all directions at the same time, completely severing it from the entire world.

All the rules and Scepter that it could once freely invoke have now vanished.

It reached out to grab it, but couldn't.

It urges its Scepter to make connections, but fails.

It's as if it's been abandoned by its own world.

No matter how it called out, urged, or tried to connect, there was no response.

The World Will has ceased.

For the first time, a change in expression appeared in its crimson-orange eyes.

The fluctuation was extremely subtle, yet it was definitely there.

It was horror.

Its fingers were still on the last chain, but it didn't have the strength to squeeze it anymore.

It turned its head and looked in Natsu's direction.

Something extremely complex churned within those empty eyes, as if they had been stunned by something beyond their comprehension.

Natsu looked down at it.

"If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old." His voice, majestic yet ethereal, echoed repeatedly within the domain formed by the five towering pillars. "The appearance of emotions signifies your end."

The fingers of the World Will slipped from the chains.

It sensed it.

Its "judgment" is becoming invalid.

Its control over the rules of this world is being stripped away, broken down, and dissipated layer by layer.

"Farewell." Natsu raised her right hand, her palm pointing in the direction of the World Will.

In his Nine-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan, all eighteen Tomoe shone brightly, their crimson-gold light illuminating the entire area. "From this day forward, I am the ironclad rule of this world."

"Ten Thousand Laws, Heart-Slaying."

A crimson-gold light poured out from his palm.

That ray of light had no form, no boundaries; it was like a pure "judgment," sweeping across the location of the World Will.

The moment the light touched the World Will, the shell it was attached to Imu began to crack from the outside in.

The dark red Demonic Energy patterns peeled off, scattered, and vanished piece by piece.

The World Will struggles in the light, its rules and patterns desperately trying to reorganize, but each reorganization is crushed by the new light.

It tried to roar, but the sounds it made were no longer sounds, but fragmented, disjointed pieces of gibberish, like shredded and pieced-together code.

Then the shell shattered.

Imu's body fell from the light.

Her long red hair fell down, her crimson eyes closed, and her three-meter-tall figure slumped in mid-air, like a puppet whose strings had been removed.

The clump of World Will that she had extracted struggled in the void for a few last breaths before transforming into a faint, almost invisible, dark red thread that disappeared into the gap between the five pillars supporting the sky.

It disappeared.

Natsu withdrew her hand.

He floated in the void, his white robe hanging quietly, his long black hair flowing behind him.

His expression remained unchanged.

But his fingers trembled again.

He glanced down at his hands, then looked at the falling Imu.

Imu's body plummeted through the void, his long red hair trailing a long arc behind him.

Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

Her crimson-orange eyes occasionally flickered beneath her eyelids, as if she were dreaming, or perhaps struggling.

Her lips moved slightly, uttering a very soft, almost inaudible syllable.

Then she opened her eyes.

Those eyes were no longer empty.

There's something inside—emotions, cognition, something vague and bewildering, as if it had just been pulled up from an eight-hundred-year-old well, still damp with moisture.