New World, an unnamed sea.
Howling winds whipped up towering waves. Raindrops the size of warships slammed into the sea, blasting bottomless craters into the surface and churning the entire ocean into a boiling soup. Amid this extreme environment, enough to instantly sink any ordinary pirate ship, two figures—one large and one small—were locked in a brutal battle.
Even after ten days and ten nights of fighting, neither showed the slightest sign of fatigue.
Imu had long since shed his human form, transforming into a pitch-black monster over a hundred meters long. Like an ancient Leviathan lurking in the deep sea, he lay sprawled across the rolling surface.
Every sweep of his arrow-tipped tail raised waves a hundred meters high. Each move was wrapped in top-tier Two-Colored Haki, detonating mushroom-cloud-like bursts of water across the sea while triggering earth-shaking chain explosions through Demonic Energy.
The Abyssal Prison Garb absorbed the explosive impact once again. Dawn raised his left hand, and a profound ink-black vortex appeared in his palm. Drawn by dark gravity, the monster Imu had become was dragged through the air toward him.
Rumble!
Just as his palm was about to touch the monster, an explosion erupted from nowhere. Violent shockwaves, carrying scattered black-red arcs of lightning, slammed fiercely into the Abyssal Prison Garb. Dawn staggered, then forced his way through the impact and reached out, only to grasp nothing.
"Again..."
Watching Imu reappear several hundred meters away in human form, Dawn shook his head. This was not the first time he had used Black Hole, the move that countered all ability users, against Imu. Yet every attempt had ended in failure.
This peculiar substance known as Demonic Energy naturally protected its host. Whenever Dawn tried to make physical contact with Imu and seal his abilities, the Demonic Energy