Within the vast, pure-white space, soft light was everywhere. In the central area, Allen used space-time power to divide out positions suited to each person.
The Time Law transformed into visible silver threads and slowly began winding around everyone's bodies.
Allen stood at the space's "central control point," his expression solemn. He took a deep breath, formed profound hand seals with both hands, and pushed his powers over time and space to their limit!
The entire space blazed with light!
Countless silver time runes emerged and flowed through the void.
The silver threads wrapped around the legends became exceptionally bright. The power of time, like a gentle tide, began washing over their bodies, attempting to reverse the traces left by the years.
Whitebeard sat cross-legged, his eyes closed in concentration, Murakumogiri resting across his knees. A faint, expectant smile touched his lips. The muscles around his body rose and fell slightly beneath the power of time, as if concealing even more terrifying strength.
Rayleigh and Shakky sat leaning against each other. Rayleigh watched the flowing time runes with great interest, while Shakky closed her eyes and felt her vitality return, a smile on her lips.
Gaban did not meditate. Instead, he swung his axes in a warm-up, seemingly unable to wait to test out his youthful strength.
Crocus was the most cautious. He took out a stethoscope and placed it against his chest, seemingly monitoring the changes in his body.
Zephyr still wore an expression like he had been forced into unpaid labor. He sat in the corner with his arms crossed, eyes tightly shut and brow furrowed. His lips seemed to be silently muttering, "Nonsense..." Yet upon closer inspection, was there an extremely subtle change in color at his graying temples? Even his Crusher Mechanical Arm seemed somewhat "newer."