Old Grudges

So close to the sea, the air felt especially damp, like a spiderweb clinging to the skin.

Saint Saturn's hands and feet were bound with Seastone, and his once-bristling hair hung limp.

Seastone craftsmanship had long been a closely guarded skill of Wano Country. The World Government desperately wanted it, but Wano's closed borders made it impossible for outsiders to learn.

The government's leaders sent Cipher Pol spies to steal it. The first few groups knew nothing of Wano Country's customs or culture, so they stood out the moment they arrived. Unsurprisingly, all of them were killed.

The Seastone around Saint Saturn's limbs was extraordinarily hard. It had been made by refining several tons of Seastone over and over, then smelting it again and again.

If the Seastone shackling Rayleigh in the Sabaody Archipelago could be shattered with Haki, the Seastone on Saint Saturn could only be broken with a legendary weapon.

And that weapon had to be infused with Haki!

It left Devil Fruit users utterly powerless, completely severing them from their abilities.

The wounds Saint Saturn had suffered were still healing slowly. In the past, he would probably have recovered in the blink of an eye.

Drip. Drip.

Whether it was moisture from the air or his blood, droplets fell to the floor.

A few venomous insects emerged from the ground and greedily drank the liquid.

Saint Saturn sensed someone approaching and shook his dazed head. That slight movement betrayed the aura of a savage beast. The insects froze in terror, then hurried away.

"Comfortable in here?"

Saint Saturn jerked his head up. Blood vessels spread toward his pupils as he glared viciously at Swain.

"Lowborn brat. You know you don't have long to live!"

Swain smiled contemptuously. "For someone so noble, you still got thrown into a