"They destroyed the Ancient Kingdom because it discovered their true identities," Silba continued explaining. "And now, they are approaching their ultimate goal—opening the Dimension Gate and allowing more Void Creatures into the human world."
Whitebeard returned the parchment to Silba, then turned to look out at the sea, recalling his final conversation with Roger at Laugh Tale many years ago.
"Roger knew all of this," Whitebeard said softly. "He found the Poneglyphs and learned the truth, but the time was not yet right. So he chose to wait, placing his hopes on the next generation."
"But we have no time to wait now," Silba said. "What is your plan?"
Whitebeard fell silent for a moment, then raised his head. "I will go to the Void Rift."
Silba stepped back in shock. "That is the most dangerous region in the New World. Even you may not come back alive!"
"Precisely because of that," Whitebeard replied calmly. "It is where the Dimensional Barrier is weakest, and it is also the key to understanding the threat of the Void. If we can find a way to fight the Void there, perhaps we can buy more time and wait for the true D clan to fulfill the prophecy."
Silba let out a deep sigh, knowing she could not change the legendary pirate's decision. "I will continue observing the heavens and provide you with support."
After the two parted ways, Whitebeard returned to the small boat docked nearby. There were only three old crewmen he trusted most aboard, and he did not reveal his true plan to any of his commanders.
As the boat sailed toward the depths of the sea, Whitebeard looked up at the moon, his thoughts drifting far away. He knew Marco was heading to Fish-Man Island in search of crucial clues;