What I Want Is Your-

Elbaf, Underworld

"Mamaragan!"

Pitch-black thunderclouds churned at Enel's will, unleashing an endless torrent of lightning. Flashes tore the dim sky into countless fragments and crashed down upon the figure as steadfast as a mountain range.

"Hakoku."

Loki swung Iron Lightning down with crushing force. A shockwave erupted from the hammer, forming a pillar of light in midair laced with coarse arcs of electricity and Conqueror's Haki.

The lightning descending from the heavens was ground to pieces like fragile glass, turning into scattered arcs that struggled and flickered along the shockwave's edge before vanishing completely. The shockwave continued onward, its force undiminished.

"Cough!"

The sharp crack of his breastbone shattering was clearly audible. Enel flew backward like a kite with its string cut, carving a trench nearly a hundred meters long through the snow before finally smashing into an exposed rock wall and coming to a stop.

He lay amid broken stones and snow, struggling to prop up his upper body. Looking down at his chest, he saw a charred lightning wound, while the muscles beneath his skin still twitched.

As a Rumble-Rumble Fruit user, he had actually been injured by lightning?

Loki slung Iron Lightning back over his shoulder and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Dogahahaha! Little human who uses lightning, you're too weak! You'll have to work harder from now on. I don't want to fight alongside someone too weak!"

Enel's lips trembled. He wanted to retort, to roar, to summon an even more violent storm and blast this arrogant giant into charcoal. But the searing pain in his chest left him unable to utter a single word.

Elsewhere, another battle was underway.

"God's Lament, Demon Cry: North—All Things Exhausted."

Dawn swung the longsword in his hand. Wherever the blade pointed, space itself seemed to be erased,