Whitebeard's Prophecy

Meanwhile, Kewen continued trying different frequency combinations to open the Sonic Lock, while Lily worked to breach the console's security system, searching for defenses capable of withstanding Cipher Pol Aigis Zero. The fate of the floating island, along with the ancient secrets hidden within it, was about to face a decisive battle.

The distant storm continued to intensify, as though it sensed the coming conflict. Lightning raged through the clouds, and fierce winds howled.

Sabo gave the Sonic Lock one last look, a thought flashing through his mind: Lin Ye, I hope you uncover the secret of the tuning fork soon... It seems our missions are connected.

The skies of the New World were always unpredictable, but today's anomaly unsettled even the seasoned members of the Whitebeard Pirates. The clouds twisted in unnatural patterns, occasionally forming bizarre geometric shapes, as though some enormous invisible force were controlling the heavens.

Whitebeard—Edward Newgate—stood at the bow of the Moby Dick, his towering figure unmoving in the wind. His right hand gently brushed the crescent-shaped scar on his chest, a mark left by an unknown battle decades ago.

"Old man, you've been standing here for three hours," Marco said as he approached Whitebeard and handed him a cup of hot tea. "The doctor said you should rest more."

Whitebeard accepted the cup but did not drink. He merely continued staring at the sky. "Marco, do you see it? The changes in the moon."

Marco looked up. Though it was daytime, the moon's outline remained visible, and the geometric patterns on its surface were more pronounced than they had been days earlier. "Those patterns are spreading. They've nearly covered the entire lunar surface."

"There isn't much time left," Whitebeard said quietly. "Gather all the commanders. Assemble in the war room immediately."

Marco asked no