Deep within Pangaea Castle in the Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Inside the Power Hall, luxury and majesty coexisted. Ancient murals on the walls silently watched the center of the room.
There, a specially made projection Den Den Mushi clearly projected the final scene on Sakapachi Island onto the polished floor.
In the image, wisps of smoke rose from a charred crater, and the vitrified ground reflected an eerie sheen.
Gern dragged his body along with difficulty before finally collapsing beside Kuzan.
His exhausted yet unmistakably clear voice said, "Looks like... my 'vibrations' edged out your 'freezing' today, Kuzan."
Those words seemed to pierce through space, echoing faintly through the hall, where a pin drop could have been heard, before slowly fading along with the image.
The projection snail wearily closed its eyes, and the room sank into an even longer, deathly silence.
Around three sofas, the Five Elders-the holders of the world's highest authority-stood or sat in varying postures, but every face was shrouded in an unshakable gravity.
Earlier, they might still have held some expectations for this "performance" they had orchestrated, coldly watching the Navy wear itself down from within.
Now, however, those feelings had been replaced by deeper concerns.
Above all, this was the first time the Five Elders had directly watched Gern fight.
"Whew..." Saint Topman Warcury, dressed in a dark suit with white, curly hair, was the first to break the silence. A crisp tapping sound rang out.
"That truly was... a death match between monsters.
Kuzan's strength already placed him among the very best on the seas. I never imagined..."
"You never imagined that Heavenquake's power could tear through and overpower freezing taken to its utmost limit," Saint Marcus Mars finished for him, habitually stroking his long beard.
"Especially that final blow, turning vibrations into