Sworn Enemies, Desperate Roars (1) - Please Vote and Bookmark

Grand Line, White Soil Island, Baltigo—a desolate land filled with windblown sand and rubble.

Deep underground lay another world, for this was the Revolutionary Army's headquarters, a place the World Government had searched for over a decade without finding.

Even their arms dealings with various nations over the years had not exposed it.

Inside a massive conference room sat a group of battered and wounded important figures.

His upper body wrapped in bandages, Dragon's fierce face looked somewhat pale.

The atmosphere was heavy. Everyone's faces revealed exhaustion and grief, because the price they had paid in this war had been immense. It had even knocked them back to square one.

Six or seven hundred thousand Revolutionary Army soldiers, several mid-level officers, and Chief of Staff Sabo had all met their bitter end at Marineford.

And the target they had sought to rescue had become useless.

Yet among them was someone who should not have been there: the former Marine hero Garp, now a man despised by all.

Garp was clearly in a terrible state of mind. His once-sharp eyes were now hollow, filled with self-reproach and collapse.

Her eyes swollen and red, the normally cheerful Koala lowered her head, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly as she sobbed.

Sabo was dead. He had left her forever.

"What's the situation outside?"

As the leader, Dragon forcibly pulled himself together and looked at Tally, whose head was wrapped in bandages.

"It's all news about this war. The Whitebeard Pirates have already fallen apart, and the Marines' reputation has suffered tremendous damage. They're still recuperating at the moment."

"What are the Four Emperors doing?" Dragon asked with a grim expression.

"The Red-Haired Pirates and the Beasts Pirates have clashed in the New World. Red-Haired and Kaido have disappeared; the Blackbeard Pirates attacked