At once, Shiki issued a summons to every member of the Flying Pirates and their many affiliated pirate crews.
Though they did not know why, all the pirates chose to obey the Pirate Admiral's orders.
Countless pirate ships sailed from across the seas toward the heart of the Flying Pirates' territory.
In the western waters of the Flying Pirates' territory lay the Tyrant Fleet's domain.
"It's finally coming to an end."
Gurado's expression was impassive, his voice calm, as though he felt some relief. Yet his aura grew ever more terrifying.
The Flying Pirates were nearing their end, and the shackles binding the Tyrant Pirates were about to break.
Whatever the final outcome, whether Shiki survived or not, whether the Flying Pirates still existed or not.
The Tyrant Pirates' flag would fly again. They would carve out their own territory and become true overlords.
Around him, the Tyrant Pirates' crew members were itching to act. Their officers had long yearned for this moment.
More than ten years had passed since they joined the Flying Pirates.
It had been a long time, long enough for them to grow somewhat dissatisfied with Shiki.
"Before it's truly over, we still have a tough battle ahead."
"Be careful when the time comes."
Axe, the Tyrant Pirates' strategist, gave them a reminder. Next, they would confront the World Government head-on, with only the Flying Pirates on their side.
Whatever trump cards the Flying Pirates had prepared, this war would be extremely dangerous.
Of course, they would not risk their lives for Shiki. He had no right to demand that of them. If things took a bad turn, they would certainly flee.
The Tyrant Fleet was now vast enough that, as long as its core members remained safe, they need not care how many other crew