"Charge!!!"
Battle cries thundered across the battlefield as crimson blood spurted from bodies, splashing onto the bitterly cold ice.
The widespread freezing had driven the temperature above Marineford below zero, yet the air seethed with burning emotion.
The Whitebeard Pirates, the crew of one of the Four Emperors, roared as they charged fearlessly toward the harbor ahead.
They fought to rescue their Second Division Commander, Fire Fist Ace, and to uphold the honor of the Whitebeard Pirates in this world.
No one could offend them and continue living in this world unscathed.
That was the honor carried by the name of the Whitebeard Pirates!
Whumm!
The air trembled as terrifying shock waves radiated forward. Countless cracks instantly split the harbor entrance, built from masses of solid granite.
"Charge in and save Ace!"
"My sons!"
Whitebeard's towering figure stood at the center of the battlefield. An overwhelming presence surrounded him, and no one could stop his advance.
Around him, pirates charged forward, their faces wild with excitement.
With Pops backing them up, their charge undoubtedly became much easier.
In just a few minutes, the Whitebeard Pirates, led by Marco, reached the harbor of Marineford's Inner Bay.
"Charge! The Execution Platform is just a step away!"
"Where's Oars? Break through the gates!"
"Save Ace! Storm Marineford!"
"Pops is invincible!!"
Exhilarated shouts rang out over Marineford as the pirates tore a breach straight through Marine Headquarters' defenses.
In a battle of this scale, a breach meant the tide of the war was turning.
"Things aren't looking good, Garp!"
Vice Admiral Tsuru spoke gravely.
Her eyes remained fixed on the massive figure at the center of the battlefield, with his crescent-shaped white mustache, and she frowned.
"Are they?"
Garp murmured, his gaze wavering.
At that moment, even the Marine hero himself could not make