Whatever the outcome, the era of the Flying Pirates under Shiki was finally coming to an end.
Shiki had lost his last supporters.
The intentions of his strongest officers could not have been clearer. The Flying Pirates were on the verge of splintering.
Shiki gasped for breath as he fought with everything he had, unleashing one fierce sword slash after another.
He could no longer escape.
The World Government had sealed off every route. His condition was beginning to deteriorate, and both using his ability and fighting so fiercely drained enormous amounts of stamina.
Did he even want to leave?
Fight. At that moment, it was the only thought in his mind.
This was their final dance.
World shifted the battlefield into the sky, beyond the Red Line.
The outcome of the war was clear. Fighting on would serve no purpose.
He had prepared himself for death, but if he could live, why would he choose to die?
He wanted to escape. If he made it out this time, he would never appear on the seas again.
After fighting the World Government for so long, he was tired.
He could retire with his brother and companions and leave the affairs of the sea behind.
But the World Government had no intention of letting him go.
Even if he died, his body would be buried at sea. It would never fall into the World Government's hands.
As his stamina dwindled, the boost from his More-More Fruit Ability grew weaker.
In the end, he failed to escape. He died before Shiki's eyes.
Saint Garling severed World's head with one terrifying slash.
World's body and head fell from the sky toward the sea.
At the sight, many Sea Emperors felt a pang of sorrow. Another old comrade from the Rocks Pirates was gone.