The Farazul slowly approached the shore.
Its vast shadow swallowed a broad stretch of coastline.
Standing dozens of meters tall, the Farazul was unquestionably a massive pirate ship by the standards of these seas.
It was even larger than the Navy's biggest battleships.
The figures aboard it radiated terrifying power.
One by one, they disembarked and came before the World Pirates.
Monsters. Every last one of them!
These were the Pluton Pirates. Tempered by three years of warfare, they had grown stronger as a whole.
The pressure they put on the World Pirates was terrifying.
Byrnndi World felt it most keenly.
He knew that if the two crews fought, the World Pirates would be swept aside without a chance to resist.
Hades smiled at Byrnndi World.
His domineering, feral gaze made World feel as though some terrifying creature had fixed its sights on him.
Hades's seemingly small frame held power that World did not dare underestimate.
"You know why I'm here, Byrnndi World."
There was a hint of menace beneath those calm words.
At least, that was how World heard them.
If he refused, the Pluton Pirates would wipe them out.
And they truly had no power to resist.
The World Pirates had the advantage in numbers, but in overall strength, the two crews were worlds apart.
World glanced at the pirates behind him. Many of his crew members were already shaking so badly their legs would not stop trembling.
That feeling, Hades's seemingly condescending gaze, and the hopeless position they were in all left Byrnndi World deeply uncomfortable.
Then several officers pushed through the pressure from the Pluton Pirates and took their places behind him.
As though drawing strength from them, Byrnndi World clenched his fists, bared his teeth in a savage grin, and stared at Hades.
"Let's fight!"