Fates Entwined, Undercurrents Surge

A summons from the unseen echoed through the knights' bloodlines.

God's Knights were one of the World Government's most secretive and powerful forces.

They were not ordinary Marines or Cipher Pol agents, but monsters raised in the darkest corners of the World Government.

Their loyalty had never belonged to any regime or organization, but to the supreme being who stood at the pinnacle of the world and controlled everything—Imu.

Even when Imu had been declared dead, they could still sense traces of his existence.

Their bodies and souls had long been branded by Imu's will. Under some mysterious pact, they could perceive Imu's aura, like believers sensing a god, like creatures in the depths of darkness yearning to devour the light.

Now, that familiar aura, powerful enough to suppress all things, had returned to their consciousness.

Saint Figarland Garling stood silently on the deck, gazing toward the Red Line.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and an unreadable smile curled across his lips.

That palpitating heartbeat, that majesty spanning time, that trembling buried deep within his bloodline—it had awakened once more.

"Lord Imu... have you finally awakened?"

The surrounding members of God's Knights seemed to sense something as well. They raised their heads, their eyes filled with fervor, doubt, or trembling. Yet without exception, they all felt that familiar summons.

At that moment, they knew—the World Government's order was about to descend upon the world once again!

Meanwhile, in another distant sea, the Neo Marines were still fighting to clear the pirates from the seas.

After Imu's downfall, the fall of Mary Geoise, and the World Government's turmoil, the entire world had descended into chaotic disorder.

But troubled times did not mean freedom. Instead, they brought even greater suffering.

The Neo Marines knew very well that if they wanted to establish