Thirty minutes later, Werther arrived before King's Plateau.
The battle lines had been drawn near the center of Dressrosa, slightly to the left.
King's Plateau lay behind Werther's forces, with Sun Paradise farther back.
The Revolutionary Army had set up camp in what had once been Dressrosa's residential district.
Their ability to wage war was not to be underestimated. They fought kingdoms all the time.
Both sides had plenty of experience, so they had taken opposing positions and drawn their battle lines.
Werther reached the front and spotted a man in a hooded, dark-green robe in the distance.
"Dragon. I never thought our next meeting would be across a battlefield. What, are you here to save your son?"
Dragon lowered his hood, revealing his tattooed face.
"Thunder Swordsman Werther, you deliberately started this war. What are you after?"
Dragon's expression was grim. Fighting an arms dealer like Werther left him uneasy.
Who knew what advanced weapons Werther might bring out? The Revolutionary Army was short on money because of its principles.
"War is just a bit of fun. But Sabo must have received the 'gift' I sent him. Is the kid dead yet?"
Dragon's expression darkened further. Sabo had won the championship at the Blood Sand Arena, but after eating the Flame-Flame Fruit, he had nearly died on the spot.
Werther was hardly foolish enough to offer up an untouched Flame-Flame Fruit. He had tampered with it.
All that remained of its Devil was a broken remnant. He had also injected Devils from other fruits into it—at least a dozen from Artificial Devil Fruits, though none were complete.
Sabo was lucky to have survived eating it.
That was why the Revolutionary Army had attacked the Artificial Devil Fruit Factory the night before. Dragon had been retaliating against Werther.
"Sabo is