A strange calm hung in the air over the battlefield, where the flames of war had temporarily died down.
The scorching smoke had yet to fully disperse, and traces of battle still remained across the charred earth.
Shattered decks, tattered flags, broken weapons, and the faint smell of blood lingering in the air all silently spoke of the brutal battle that had taken place not long ago.
Jin An stood on high ground, gazing toward the battlefield as it gradually came to an end in the distance.
His gaze was as sharp as a blade, as though he intended to take in the entire situation at a glance.
His cloak swayed gently in the breeze, the marks of battle still visible on his body. The blood staining his shoulder armor looked dark beneath the sunlight.
He slowly let out a breath, his eyes sweeping across the people busy at work on the battlefield.
The Neo Marines soldiers were handling the aftermath in an orderly manner. Some were treating the wounded, some were tallying losses, while others stood watch at their posts, closely observing the enemy's movements.
Although the battle had temporarily come to an end, everyone remained tense, not daring to relax in the slightest.
They all knew this was merely a brief calm before the storm. The true decisive battle had yet to come.
Sengoku, Garp, Whitebeard, and the others gathered inside the battlefield command tent. Maps and sand tables on the table were covered in traces of tactical simulations.
Sengoku stared at the map, his fingertips slowly tracing the possible routes of the enemy fleet as he frowned slightly.
"They won't give up so easily. Although the World Government fleet has suffered losses, their main force has yet to be deployed."
Garp's expression was somewhat complicated. Leaning against