In Marineford.
A gripping drama was unfolding, from the arrival of the Whitebeard Pirates to the moment the World's Strongest Man stood there forever, no longer breathing.
Fire Fist Ace had finally been rescued, and the sight sent a wave of excitement through the Whitebeard Pirates.
"That's great! Ace has been rescued!"
"Quick, everyone escort Ace and his little brother out of here!"
"We've accomplished our mission! Everyone, prepare to retreat!"
Joy flashed in Marco's eyes, but when he saw the figure standing on the ice, his expression turned grave again.
Ace had been rescued, but Pops would remain here forever. And Marco still had no idea how this war would ultimately end.
His gaze shifted slightly, settling on the figure surrounded by Marines.
No one knew whether that man would strike again.
Then Marco looked around the rest of the battlefield.
The three Marine Admirals stood at different points on the battlefield, positioned to support one another. He knew full well that, even now, none of the three had truly gotten serious or shown their real fighting strength.
At that very moment, River broke into a grin and surveyed the entire battlefield.
Whitebeard's fall had undoubtedly driven the crew's morale to rock bottom. Everyone was merely forcing themselves to hold on now. Ace's rescue had lifted their spirits, but the improvement in morale was still limited.
They all understood that they were trapped in enemy territory, and the disparity between the two sides' fighting strength was glaring.
Rescuing him was one thing. Escaping was another.
"Freya."
River suddenly spoke with a smile.
"Sir!"
Freya answered at once, her voice a little tense. She had already sensed the change in the atmosphere. Beside her, Promi, Bagu, and the others all wore grave expressions, with a faint killing intent hanging around