Dawn's Cosmic Grand Operation

The moon.

Davy's Revenge pierced through the pale lunar dust. The hull tilted slightly amid the roar of landing, and the metallic screech of the descending ramp tore through the eternal silence.

Enel was the first to step out of the cabin. His bare feet landed on the lunar surface, fine gravel flowing between his toes. He looked up. The sky, unobstructed by clouds, was a pure, inky black. This was the Endless Vearth he had pursued all his life.

Yamato transformed into her beast form and raced wildly across the moon. Silver-gray dust burst beneath her claws like soundless flowers, and her heart overflowed with the excitement of a child seeing an endless swimming pool for the first time.

Dawn crouched down and grabbed a handful of lunar dust. The fine particles slipped through his fingers.

"This place is a little different from what I imagined. I always thought the moon should have no oxygen and extremely low temperatures. Yet we can breathe normally, and the temperature is even fairly comfortable."

Vegapunk's voice came from behind him.

"Just blame every phenomenon that defies scientific common sense on Devil Fruits. The existence of Devil Fruits itself overturns conventional logic. After awakening, some Fruits can have effects that persist permanently even without their user, even altering the physical laws of a localized area."

"Of course, this is only a hypothesis. But it is more reasonable than saying the moon was naturally like this."

Dawn nodded thoughtfully and stopped dwelling on it.

"Build a temporary camp first."

He raised a hand. The Pocket Dimension opened like the mouth of a colossal beast and spat out a pile of precise, cold machinery.

Vegapunk immediately got to work and began directing several male crew members.

"Sanji, secure the third module of the temperature control