Golden Lion

The superstorm spiraled completely out of control.

Thunder wove a web through the gale.

The wind whipped the waves into black walls of water dozens of meters high, hurling them skyward one after another.

The entire Edd War Waters—

It was as if the heavens had tossed the sea into a blender.

The Flying Pirates' fleet looked pitifully small before a disaster of this scale.

"We can't hold steady—!!!"

"The port side's breaking apart!!!"

"The rudder's out of control—!!!"

"We're losing altitude! Losing altitude!!!"

A warship lost its balance in a crosscurrent and rolled violently onto its side.

The next instant, it slammed into another ship.

Boom—!!!

Masts snapped. Hulls tore open.

The pirates were swept into the deep before they could even scream.

Lightning struck, and arcs of electricity exploded across the soaked hulls.

One warship after another rolled through the turbulent air, fell, and broke apart.

Huge wreckage of steel and wood flew high into the sky, then crashed back into the sea.

On the other side—

The Oro Jackson was barely holding together in the storm.

Its deck split and its sails tore, but it stubbornly held its course.

"There's an opening at three o'clock—!!!"

Gaban's voice was hoarse but steady.

"Everyone—break through!!!"

Rayleigh stood at the bow, his sword slash cleaving an oncoming wave.

Sambel leaped into the sea and used his Fish-Man strength to ride the current and push the ship.

Shanks clung desperately to a broken mast.

Buggy wept as he tied the ropes back in place.

Seizing the gap left by the Flying Fleet's collapsing formation—

The Oro Jackson lunged toward the edge of the storm.

At that moment—

Rock descended with the thunder.

The storm seemed to catch fire.

Lightning filled the clouds above. The wind pressure surged, and the air grew