Bins's words sounded like a final farewell. Ain and Zephyr both believed he was ready to die.
Ain understood. She quickened her pace without hesitation, determined to make the most of the time Bins was risking his life to buy them before Kizaru arrived.
Zephyr understood too. He faltered for a moment, then pressed on, each step suddenly unbearably heavy.
With every step, it felt as though another life was added to the weight he carried. The war had reached its most critical moment.
Everyone in the Neo Navy had begun fighting with no thought of survival, desperate to win the war, destroy the island, and wipe out the pirates' foolish dreams once and for all.
They had decided on this long ago. So why was it suddenly so hard for him to keep going?
Zephyr did not stop, but Wuli's earlier words resurfaced in his mind. For the first time, he began to question their purpose.
Even if they detonated the Dyna Stones and destroyed the third Endpoint Island, he would be alone again. His dearest subordinates would all die here.
Zephyr's resolve began to waver, though no one else knew it. Bins had already begun his fight.
A forest suddenly sprang up from the ground, engulfing Kizaru. Countless thick, resilient vines wrapped around his hands and feet.
Kizaru showed no reaction. The Marines already had detailed intelligence on the Neo Navy. Apart from the masked man, they knew the strengths and weaknesses of everyone with any real ability.
"Die, you damned Marine! Die, Kizaru!"
Seeing Kizaru bound and unable to move, Bins sent a vine whipping toward his neck like a sharp blade.
Bins had coated the thorn-covered vine with Armament Haki. Purple-black liquid clung to its barbs—a deadly poison grown from the last seed he carried.
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