Six hours later, at the ruins of Savila Island.
More precisely, it was no longer even a ruin. The island had sunk, leaving only vast stretches of shattered glaciers floating on the sea.
From within the turbulent clouds high above, which had only recently settled, the Flying Pirates' Flying Lion poked its head out.
Moments later, Shiki's figure rapidly descended from the flying ship onto the ice.
The instant his feet landed on the ice sheet, a few streaks of frost-white spread across his shoes.
"Whew..." Shiki gently exhaled a breath of cold air, frowning slightly. "Is it already over? Still, that was quite intense. The lingering chill hasn't even dispersed yet..."
But it was precisely because that lingering aura remained that Shiki judged the battle between Garp and Vikengam had not ended too long ago.
After pondering for a moment, Shiki swiftly rose back to the ship. Then, the Flying Lion accelerated once more and headed toward the Red Line.
Yet whether it was Shiki, Vikengam, or Garp, none of them cared to notice that somewhere amid these shattered glaciers, someone was still frozen inside.
Crocodile!
He had been the first to attack Chinjao, only to be instantly defeated by Chinjao. Then Garp and Vikengam had appeared one after another, their Conqueror's Haki pouring forth without restraint. The aftermath of their fierce battle had treated Crocodile like some insignificant background grunt, battering him from every direction.
With Crocodile's current strength, he simply could not withstand the clash of Conqueror's Haki between Vikengam and Garp.
He had been knocked unconscious by the pressure long ago. Then, whether through good luck or bad, he had been frozen solid inside a glacier and gone unnoticed.
After the chunk of ice bobbed in the sea for a long time, its outer layer gradually