The Grand Line's First Half, the Florian Triangle.
Thriller Bark, a ship as large as an island, still drifted through those waters. But with Moria dead, the power of the Shadow-Shadow Fruit had faded.
The terror of the zombies was gone. Those who escaped alive had spread word of what lay inside, exposing the truth of the Florian Triangle to the world.
By the time Loa set foot on the enormous pirate ship, a year had passed. The smell of smoke and blood still hung across the island, proof of what had happened there not long ago.
They were traces left by pirates who had come hunting for treasure and fought one another.
As a member of the Shichibukai, one of the Grand Line's three great powers, Gecko Moria had amassed considerable wealth. Over the years, he and his crew had lured in so many pirates and merchant ships that their plunder had grown into a staggering fortune.
Unfortunately, Loa had arrived too late. Pirates had carried off Moria's treasure over the past year, and the whole of Thriller Bark had become a place utterly devoid of life.
The moment they touched down, Loa released Robin's hand so she could steady herself. Then he kept beating his wings, hovering a few inches above the ground.
"Lord Loa?"
Robin looked at him in confusion, unsure what was wrong. Loa did not answer. He raised his head toward the ruined buildings, most of which had been destroyed, and flew ahead.
Absalom had died in the Dyna Stone explosion. The modified body he had been so confident in had done him no good; he had been reduced to ash on the battlefield. As for Perona, she was so afraid of Loa that she fainted whenever he asked her about it, leaving him thoroughly