Two forces tore into each other on the battlefield, their overwhelming power as terrifying as Doomsday. Yet somehow, the sight felt as pleasant as a spring breeze.
It was neither bitterly cold nor swelteringly hot.
The two were in perfect balance.
"Is this Loa's power?"
Kuzan's ordinary ice had melted away when the Light Cocoon exploded. Momonga jumped down from the Ice Wall and turned to find this scene before him.
Heat and cold collided, turning the sky above the Plaza half golden and half blue-white. It was beautiful.
But the Purple Lightning crackling between them revealed just how dangerous that beauty was.
Still...
Momonga turned toward the viewing stand beneath an Ice Umbrella, his mouth twitching. "You've all got some nerve!"
Kuzan had made the Ice Umbrella to shield them from the heat. It blocked the wave rolling down from above, but not the cold rising from below.
The sharp contrast made Sengoku sneeze hard.
"Achoo!" Rubbing his itchy nose, Sengoku asked Vice Admiral Tsuru without expression, "Tsuru, how much will it cost to rebuild the Plaza?"
Tsuru: "..."
Momonga couldn't hear what they were saying, but one look at Sengoku's face told him one thing: Loa and Kizaru were in trouble.
No doubt about it!
"Oh? So this is your trump card, Loa." Kizaru grinned, utterly unconcerned by the damage he had caused.
He had achieved his goal, though. Not a trace of ice remained on the battlefield, and there was hardly any moisture in the air.
Loa's ultimate move, Land of the End, froze things rather than creating ice. Even if it left solid stone as brittle as a biscuit, that stone still wasn't ice.
More importantly...
Looking down at Loa, who had collapsed from exhaustion, Kizaru carefully checked him with Observation Haki before smiling in relief.