Darkness Gathers

On the eve of the storm, darkness gathered.

The sea churned, fierce winds raged along the distant horizon, and dark clouds hung low, as though the entire world foretold the devastating clash to come.

Under the World Government's control, warships traveled through the waters of the Grand Line. Yet aboard them stood not the World Government's troops, but notorious pirates it had recruited anew.

They had once been villains whose names terrified the world, monsters imprisoned in Impel Down. Now, shackled by the World Government, they were forced toward the battlefield.

Impel Down, Level 6

Deep beneath the sea, a nightmarish prison stood in silence.

Its lowest level, Level 6, was known as "Eternal Hell." It held the most vicious criminals, men who had once nearly overturned the world.

Now, however, the gates of this hell stood wide open. Crimson alarm lights flashed in the gloomy corridors, illuminating one savage face after another.

Several CP Agents in black trench coats stood at the end of the corridor, their expressions cold. Before them stood a group of pirates who had emerged from their cells, a dangerous chill gleaming in their eyes.

"Heh... has the World Government finally decided to let us out?"

A man wrapped in chains licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

Another man, enormous and covered in scars, laughed wildly. He flicked the sea-prism stone shackles on his wrists, making them ring:

"They want us to attack the Neo Marines?

Ha... those fools must be dying to get torn apart!"

The Cipher Pol agent's gaze was as cold as stagnant water, his voice devoid of emotion:

"Don't forget, you're leaving this place alive only because of the World Government's generosity.

Now, you will fulfill your mission."

After a brief silence, the notorious pirates exchanged glances,