Born from Death

The rebels felt a faint, suffocating pressure in their hearts, but none of them retreated.

They knew this strike would be a life-or-death moment.

Jin An stood at the very front, his body trembling slightly—not from fear, but because the power within him was surging without end.

His eyes were locked on the dark energy in Imu's palm. That world-destroying power made him feel a danger unlike anything he had ever known.

But he did not take even half a step back. He knew that if he faltered now, all their efforts would come to nothing.

"She's getting serious."

Shanks spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of gravity.

The sword in his hand lifted slightly, the Haki coiling around its edge growing ever more solid, as though even the air trembled around the blade.

"Hahahaha! Just what I wanted!"

Loki burst into wild laughter. Black flames blazed across his battle-axe, throwing his savage grin into sharp relief.

"Let me see where the limits of these so-called gods truly lie!"

Whitebeard held his naginata across his body, his presence as immovable as a mountain, an awe-inspiring pressure radiating from him.

"Imu, today will not end with you ruling everything!"

Issho stood on the other side of the line. He slowly drew his blade, its gleam like water as an almost imperceptible chill spread outward.

Though he said nothing, the aura surrounding him already showed his determination to win.

Imu's dark energy grew denser and denser. Cracks like spiderwebs began spreading through the air around her, traces of space being torn apart by her power.

As her energy continued to gather, the surrounding air currents grew increasingly chaotic, and even the ground began to tremble faintly.

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed imprisoned within her grasp. No one could escape.