Dawn's Great Cosmic Operation

The moon.

David's Revenge pierced through the pale lunar dust, its hull tilting slightly amid the thunderous roar of landing. The metallic screech of the descending ramp tore through the eternal silence.

Enel was the first to step out of the ship. His bare feet touched the lunar surface, fine rock fragments flowing between his toes. He raised his head. With no clouds to obscure it, the sky was a pure pitch-black. This was the Infinite 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 silent 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, letting the fine grains slip 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 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 leave effects that persist permanently even without their user, even altering the physical laws of a local area."

"Of course, that's only a hypothesis. But it's more reasonable than saying the moon was simply born this way."

Dawn nodded thoughtfully and stopped dwelling on it.

"Build a temporary camp first."

He raised his hand, and Subspace opened like the maw of a giant beast, disgorging a pile of precise, cold machinery.

Vegapunk immediately got to work, directing several male crew members.

"Sanji, secure the third module of the temperature control system over there.