After a peaceful day, Dressrosa woke to a clear morning.
That day, Red-Haired and his forces arrived in the waters near Dressrosa.
By the time Werther heard the news, he had finished laying out the battle lines, and vast quantities of arms were being rushed to the front.
The Poison Gas Bombs might not be much use in the coming war.
Red-Haired and Dragon had both suffered from them before. Neither would charge in unprepared again.
Even without the Poison Gas Bombs, Werther had other means. The army Tuski had assembled had arrived.
Golden Lion and World Destroyer had arrived the day before, and Werther had welcomed them personally on King's Plateau.
The two veteran pirates were proud men, but they treated Tuski with courtesy. After all, Tuski had saved them.
Both Golden Lion and World Destroyer were men who remembered a debt.
"Kid, so you're this generation's ruler of the seas? What a shame we weren't born in the same era."
Golden Lion was a man bent on conquering the world, but he respected his rivals.
When Roger was captured, Golden Lion had stormed Marineford without a thought for his own life. How could he not have known how strong Sengoku and Garp were? That assault had been his way of seeing Roger off.
World Destroyer, on the other hand, was much quieter. His older brother had died at sea.
Werther saw no fighting spirit in World Destroyer's eyes. After more than thirty years in Impel Down, the pirate had lost all desire to rule the seas.
World Destroyer Byrnndi World's weakness was that he trusted people too easily and was a poor judge of character. Bad luck had only made matters worse.
If Byrnndi World had not spent thirty years in prison, he would certainly have been one