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Marineford had become a cluster of shattered islands. From above, one could see that this massive island had been utterly destroyed.
The former Marine Headquarters had vanished, leaving behind a raging sea, as though some colossal beast had taken a bite out of it, turning it into a crescent shape.
Abysses tore through the land, with ruins and broken walls everywhere. Its appearance had been completely transformed.
Marineford was no longer even a large island. It had thoroughly lost its former grandeur.
The temporary base was located behind the former Marine Headquarters. It had once been a town, but Sengoku had evacuated its residents before the war began, so it now served as the Marines' foothold.
Even from such a great distance, the town had suffered from the aftershocks. More than half its buildings had been reduced to ruins.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, rebellions have broken out at several bases in the Four Seas, the Grand Line, and the New World. Some pirates have also taken the opportunity to hunt down and kill many of our officers."
At the temporary meeting, everyone from the Fleet Admiral to the Marine officers was covered in bandages. The entire hall was permeated by the scent of medicine.
"Bastards!"
A Vice Admiral slammed the table, his face pale as he trembled with rage.
The Marines were now facing an enormous crisis. Both their strength and reputation had suffered an unprecedented blow.
At the head of the room, Sengoku's face was ashen. As he looked at the horrifying intelligence reports in his hands, he could not stop himself from coughing up blood.
"Fleet Admiral!"
The Marines below looked worriedly at Sengoku, who appeared exhausted and as though he had aged several decades. It was a bitter sight.
"Pass