The Keys Gather, and the Seventh Key's Whereabouts

Fujitora stepped closer to examine it. "This matches the Great Hollow Event recorded in ancient texts. Humanity nearly went extinct back then. In the end, it took all seven keys just to seal away the Void."

"And now history is repeating itself," Hiyori said, tightening her grip on her sword. "But this time, we won't let the tragedy happen again."

The waters of the Calm Belt were usually deathly still, one of the few places on the sea where absolute quiet reigned. Today, however, the giant sea turtle that served as Dawn's base was gripped by an unprecedented tension. A historic moment was unfolding in its central conference hall: for the first time, all but one of the seven key holders had gathered.

The conference hall was circular, a symbol of equality and unity. Maps of the world hung on the walls, many of their regions covered in alarming purple markings. Around the round table sat pivotal figures from across the world, each with their own story and sacrifices behind them.

Dragon stood at the front of the hall, his usually calm face more solemn than ever. Once the last attendee, Marco of the Whitebeard Pirates, had taken his seat, Dragon drew a deep breath and began the meeting that might decide the fate of the world.

"Thank you all for traveling so far and taking such risks to be here," Dragon said, his voice steady and firm. "Today, we face no ordinary enemy. Not pirates, not the Marines, not even the World Government, but a threat from beyond our dimension—an entity trying to swallow our entire world."

He motioned for Corazon to activate the central holographic projection. A three-dimensional map of the world appeared, marked with vast swaths of purple.

"The situation is worse than we first expected. More