The Mouse Was You

"Pangaea Castle... was actually split apart!"

Loki stopped in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as he stared at the scene in shock.

He swallowed hard and muttered:

"Was that Jin An's full-power slash? That's terrifying!"

Whitebeard stood to one side, the grin on his face growing even wilder.

He threw back his head and laughed, lightly turning his blade in his hand, his voice brimming with fighting spirit:

"Gurararara! Just as expected of you, Jin An! That strike alone is enough to shake the world!"

Morgans's aircraft hovered high in the sky. His sharp avian eyes were fixed on the scene, his beak slightly parted as even he could not hold back a cry of amazement:

"Unbelievable! That slash... Pangaea Castle was split directly in half!"

He turned to look at the Visual Den Den Mushi, which was still asleep, and wished he could fan it awake with his wings.

"Damn it! You actually slept through a historic moment!"

Yet there was not the slightest hint of pride or relaxation on Jin An's face. He coldly watched the collapsed Pangaea Castle before him, his tone low and resolute:

"This isn't over yet.

What was destroyed was the building, not their will."

As the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, a low voice faintly echoed from the ruins of Pangaea Castle. It seemed to come from the abyss itself, carrying an overwhelming pressure that could not be ignored.

Jin An tightened his grip on his blade and said quietly:

"Prepare for a greater battle. This game is only just beginning."

Deep within Pangaea Castle, the air was filled with an icy chill. Everything was so still that time itself seemed to have stopped there.

A hazy figure sat silently atop the lofty throne, her eyes as cold and unfathomable