Several days later, in the waters off Mary Geoise.
A ship hurtled toward the Red Line at a suicidal speed, its bow cleaving the waves and spraying water across the foredeck.
Buggy stood at the very front with his hands on his hips, his face as black as thunder.
"Why the hell?! The Navy already took down the World Government, and now they want me to come tear down mountains?!"
The officers beside him kept their heads down, barely daring to breathe.
The whole world had been in an uproar these past few days.
The World Government had lost, the Red Line had split open, and the Navy intended to seize the opportunity to cut a passage through it...
One world-shaking headline followed another. Morgans had gone practically mad, churning out special editions with increasingly alarming headlines.
[The Four Seas are about to connect?!]
[The Red Line opens to the sea for the first time in eight hundred years!]
[A colossal project that will change the world!]
Newspapers blanketed the Four Seas, and countless eyes were fixed on Mary Geoise.
Buggy cursed all the way to the Holy Land, but the moment he actually stepped onto the ruins, he fell abruptly silent.
Pangaea Castle was gone. A massive waterway had split open through the center of the Red Line, seawater surging through it in churning white waves.
Dozens of enormous rocks still floated in the distance, held aloft by Ze Yi's power like little islands in the sky.
Garp sat on a pile of rubble chewing jerky, Sengoku crouched over the blueprints with a frown, and Zephyr shouted himself hoarse directing the work.
The Three Admirals were all down in the fault, covered in dust and dirt.
Shanks, Mihawk, Issho, Loki...
Any one of them could turn an entire sea