Sea Calendar 1322.
Second half of the Grand Line, Torrance Island, Sleepy Hollow Town.
Sephiroth, dressed in a black suit with two long swords at his waist, silver hair falling to his shoulders, and a handsome yet otherworldly face, slowly descended from the sky. He folded away the Black Wings on his back and landed before an ancient white church.
The pedestrians on the road merely gave the silver-haired young man who had descended from the sky a few glances before turning away and continuing with their business.
Devil Fruit users were nothing unusual on the Grand Line. As such, ordinary people here were highly accepting of strange phenomena and things—one could even say they were accustomed to them.
Torrance Island was not situated along any of the three routes in the second half of the Grand Line.
Because the island was poor in resources and had no special products, the residents of Sleepy Hollow Town lived far from prosperous lives. They could even be called impoverished, and even pirates rarely bothered visiting the place.
However, the island was home to many ancient ruins, inscribed with writing that ordinary people could not understand, lending the island a faint air of mystery.
Sephiroth stood at the entrance of the ancient white church, a thoughtful expression on his face.
After quite a while, he stepped into the church, its doors open wide, and passed row after row of wooden pews.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Sephiroth's black leather shoes struck the church's stone floor, sending faint echoes through the empty building.
At the end of the church hall, beneath a massive wooden cross, stood a middle-aged priest in a black robe with short silver hair. Upon hearing the footsteps, he turned to look at Sephiroth.
The silver-haired priest smiled and spoke in a very