Marineford, Marine Headquarters.
After a great battle, every building on the island lay in ruins as far as the eye could see. Marine Headquarters had been completely reduced to rubble, with corpses strewn everywhere and blood flowing like rivers.
After the higher-ups on both sides reached a ceasefire agreement, the Marines began rescuing their wounded, while the pirates contacted the pirate ships that had been forced to dock around Marineford due to the frozen sea. Those ships came to the military harbor to pick them up, and the pirates began withdrawing one after another.
By the military harbor bay, charred corpses giving off a burnt stench floated across the sea. A single glance revealed a dense mass of them, numbering over ten thousand. The hellish sight was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle and their entire body turn cold.
And all of it had been caused by a man named Karl D. Sephiroth...
At that moment, quite a few pirates were secretly grateful that they had escaped disaster and had not been caught up in it.
Splash!
The Moby Dick, with its white whale figurehead, suddenly rose from beneath the sea, and the resin bubble covering its hull burst apart in an instant.
This pirate ship had not participated in the battle from beginning to end. It was a contingency prepared by the Whitebeard Pirates for emergency evacuations or special tactics.
But now that the war was over, the Whitebeard Pirates had it surface to carry the pirate crew members who had survived the war away.
Whitebeard, whose chest had been burned through, leaned on Murakumogiri in his hand and climbed the gangplank lowered from the ship's side step by step. His body trembled almost imperceptibly, veins bulging on his forehead as cold sweat streamed down his face.
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