The blinding light faded, and the sunlight it had driven away shone on the earth once more.
The war stopped at that moment. To be precise, there would be no more war.
Cries of pain rose across the battlefield. Most of the people there had suffered serious damage to their eyes.
They would not go blind, but they could not see clearly for the time being. They would need time to recover.
"Ah, my eyes!"
"Am I blind? Have I gone blind?"
"Where's my sword? The enemy's still here. Don't panic!"
Wails and terrified shouts echoed across the battlefield. Soldiers who had been fighting for their lives moments ago now stood in peace.
Their impaired vision was a stroke of luck. If the fighting had continued, most of them would have died.
Byrnndi World, who had been operating the giant cannon, had also been affected.
World shook his head as tears streamed from his eyes. He had been far enough away to escape the worst of it, and after a few seconds he could make out what lay ahead.
A figure gradually emerged at the edge of World's vision, standing sideways to him.
The glare had left World's eyes deeply uncomfortable. Everything looked washed out, and all he could distinguish was white hair and a blood-red mask.
After straining to see, World recognized Werther. The wails rising from the battlefield also reached his ears.
World had seen that Werther was the one who had unleashed the blinding light. He looked at the hundreds of thousands of people crying out on the battlefield, then at Werther. For some reason, a chill ran through him.
"That madman."
World muttered under his breath and headed for the docks. He was leaving Dressrosa.
The war could not continue. He had repaid his debt to