"They're here."
The moment Kuzan finished speaking, a fierce wind swept in from the sea, churning up wave after wave.
In the distance, a dark fleet could vaguely be seen slowly drawing near, like a shadow devouring the light and shrouding the entire sea in murderous oppression.
Shiryu held a cigar between his lips and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. His blade-sharp gaze remained fixed on the approaching warships.
He lightly licked his lips and laughed in a low voice.
"They're here... This time, the World Government has really spared no expense."
Enel lounged against a boulder nearby, electric arcs flickering between his fingers. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.
"Heh, no matter how many people they send, they're nothing but a rabble.
Lightning doesn't distinguish between friend and foe."
Kuzan narrowed his eyes slightly, calmly sweeping his gaze over the comrades beside him. Then he slowly raised a hand and removed his sunglasses, revealing eyes as deep and cold as ice.
His voice retained its usual lazy air, but there was an imperceptible seriousness beneath it.
"Don't let your guard down. They're not here to test us this time. They're here to fight to the death."
Shiryu's fingers lightly brushed the long blade at his waist, bloodthirsty excitement shining in his eyes. Enel's smile widened, and lightning around his body began to crackle unconsciously, as if he could not wait to tear apart the sky.
The distant fleet had already entered cannon range.
A crushing sense of pressure filled the air, and the stench of war rushed head-on toward them.
The battlefield of Elbaf was about to erupt into another bloody war.
Elsewhere.
On the battlefield, cries of slaughter shook the heavens. Blood mist filled the air, and flames of