Meanwhile, Kewen continued trying different frequency combinations to open the Sonic Lock, while Lily worked on cracking the console's security system, searching for defensive measures that could withstand CP0. The fate of the Floating Island, along with the ancient secrets hidden within it, was about to face a decisive battle.
The distant storm continued to intensify, as though it sensed the coming conflict. Lightning raged within the clouds, and fierce winds howled.
Sabo gave the Sonic Lock one last look, a thought flashing through his mind. Lin Ye, I hope you find the secret of the Tuning Fork soon... It seems our missions are connected.
The skies over the New World were always unpredictable, but today's anomaly left even the battle-hardened members of the Whitebeard Pirates uneasy. Clouds spun through the sky in unnatural patterns, sometimes forming bizarre geometric shapes, as though some vast, invisible force was manipulating the weather.
Whitebeard—Edward Newgate—stood at the bow of the Moby Dick, his towering figure utterly unmoved by the wind. His right hand gently brushed the crescent-shaped scar on his chest, a mark left by an unknown battle decades ago.
"Old man, you've been standing here for three hours," Marco said as he approached Whitebeard and offered him a cup of hot tea. "The doctor said you should rest more."
Whitebeard accepted the cup but did not drink. He merely continued gazing at the sky. "Marco, do you see it? The changes in the moon."
Marco looked up. Though it was daytime, the moon's outline remained visible, and the geometric patterns on its surface were more distinct than they had been days ago. "Those patterns are spreading. They've nearly covered the entire lunar surface."
"There isn't much time left," Whitebeard said quietly. "Gather all the commanders. Assemble in the war room immediately."
Marco