Pangaea Castle, Power Hall.
It stood in stark contrast to the raging warfare and shattered ruins outside.
This hall, situated at the heart of Pangaea Castle and symbolizing the World Government's eight-hundred-year seat of power, remained solemn and empty.
At the far end of the hall, the two surviving members of the Five Elders sat in the two remaining chairs.
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter.
Saint Marcus Mars.
Once the supreme leaders of the World Government, they had embodied its highest authority.
Now, seated in this vast, cold hall, they looked somewhat forlorn.
Of course, they were not the only two in the hall.
Someone lay on a sofa a little ahead and to the side of the Five Elders' chairs.
Or rather, a "creature" lay asleep in an utterly relaxed, almost languid pose.
His tall, slender body had taken on a humanoid qilin form.
A single antler rose from his head, and wild, long hair covered his serpentine neck.
A pair of long whiskers framed his face, his eyebrows rising like flames.
The awakened form of the Zoan-type, mythical Dragon-Dragon Fruit, Model: Qilin!
Although he appeared in his Zoan Devil Fruit's awakened form,
he was dressed with extraordinary elegance. His dark, high-collared, buttoned coat reached the tops of his boots, its tailoring impeccable.
He wore long, light-colored gloves and an exquisite bow tie at his neck.
A dark cloak adorned with ornate epaulets draped over his shoulders.
Most striking of all was the light-colored armband on his left arm, clearly emblazoned with the insignia of the Holy Knights!
A member of the Holy Knights-Saint Killingham.
Like the Celestial Dragons, the nobles of the world, his head was enclosed in a transparent resin bubble helmet.
A device resembling a breathing mask covered his mouth and nose.
At that moment, this God's