Saint Somaz: Gods Are Immortal!

Dressrosa.

This nation, which should have forever been filled with dance music, the clamor of taverns, and the laughter of its people, was now terrifyingly silent.

The empty streets were devoid of people. The wind swept fallen leaves along the road with a soft rustle that sounded especially piercing in the deathly silence.

All the citizens had fallen into an endless deep sleep under the influence of a bizarre Fruit ability, and the entire island was thoroughly shrouded in an inescapable atmosphere of strangeness and oppression.

Above the harbor, Saint Killingham had long since transformed into his beast form. He fully activated the powers of the Mythical Zoan Dragon-Dragon Fruit, Qilin Form. His slender neck suddenly stretched out, sacred white clouds swirling around him. His dark skin was covered in fine, hard black scales, while a thick golden mane spread down the back of his neck and firmly covered his broad chest.

He possessed both the tall elegance of a giraffe and the ferocity and oppressive presence of an ancient dragon. His four scaled hooves stood steadily in the Void.

"[Nightmare Cave]!"

A mass of incomparably dense black matter instantly spread out beneath his feet, forming a strange swamp spanning a hundred meters. The black ground churned like boiling asphalt as twisted, grotesque monsters crawled out from within—pirates etched into the citizens' memories, who had burned, killed, plundered, and committed every evil imaginable; Donquixote Family officers who had wantonly slaughtered citizens during Doflamingo's brief rule; even Doflamingo himself, with a crazed smile hanging from the corners of his mouth!

These were all fears carved into the bones and bloodlines of the people of Dressrosa, perfectly materialized by Saint Killingham's Fruit ability into true weapons of slaughter.

The Nightmare Monsters born from fear let out piercing howls under his control and