Sengoku's response, which all but drew a line between them, was the final straw, plunging the atmosphere in the Power Hall below freezing.
Cradling the First Generation Kitetsu, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro slowly rose to his feet. His normally impassive face was now covered in a terrifying frost.
He did not look at his three colleagues. His hawklike eyes fixed on Sengoku, his voice cold enough to freeze the air, every word carrying unquestionable weight.
"Enough."
"Sengoku, your earlier demands... we agree to them."
"Tell Gern to stop."
"This matter ends here!"
Saint Marcus Mars, Saint Shepherd Ju Peter, and Saint Topman Warcury all froze briefly at his words. Their lips moved, but in the end, none voiced an objection.
The formidable enemy in the north had yet to retreat, while fresh fighting had erupted in the south. With Saint Saturn's condition unknown, this was their only option for cutting their losses.
Silence meant agreement.
Hearing those words of concession, Sengoku felt a rush of satisfaction from head to toe, like drinking a glass of ice water on a scorching summer day.
Now he finally understood why, back in Marineford Square,
Fleet Admiral Kong had worn that expression upon hearing the word "concession." It really did feel incredible!!!
Meanwhile, Saint Nusjuro wasted no time, immediately issuing clear, decisive orders:
"Sengoku, you're coming north with me immediately to meet Gern Reginald Sigma!"
Then he turned to Saint Marcus Mars. "Give the order at once. As soon as the CP0 forces holding Gern back at the front can disengage safely, have them withdraw along the entire line. Abandon the northern defenses and rush to reinforce the southern side of the Land of the Gods!
"Whatever the cost, the slave uprising must be completely suppressed! And kill every slave involved in the uprising