The Grand Line, the Florian Triangle.
The Victims Association.
An organization made up entirely of people whose shadows Moria had stolen.
Three days earlier, everyone whose shadow Moria had stolen discovered, to their delight... that their shadows had all returned on their own.
That meant... something had happened to Moria!!!
Countless people threw themselves to the ground, staring at their shadows with tears in their eyes.
Those sent to gather information also returned, shouting:
"Moria must be dead!"
"All the zombie soldiers have collapsed!"
"It's time for revenge!!!"
"Only that bastard Hogback is left on the island!"
The members of the Victims Association grew excited:
"Really?!"
"That's great!!!"
"Quick, quick! Grab your weapons! Let's kill him!"
"Let's go!!"
The Florian Triangle, Thriller Bark.
Inside the terrifying sailing ship, which was as large as an island.
Hogback was frantically repairing a speedboat. He was weak himself and had only become one of Moria's officers because they shared the same interests and because of his exceptional skills.
But he had never imagined that Moria would somehow die out there...
"Damn it!"
"Wasn't that bastard supposed to be strong?!"
"He died without any warning!"
"What a pain!!!"
Although many ships disappeared here every year, they were all large vessels that one person could never operate alone.
He had not slept for two days... all because he was desperately repairing this wreck of a speedboat...
Those bastards must have realized by now... if I don't run, am I supposed to wait here to die...?
The Florian Triangle, aboard the Rumbar Pirates' ship.
Yohohoho~ Yohohoho~
Bang!
"Ah! Forty-four degrees..."
"Huh?"
"My shadow?!"
"When did it come back?!"
Outside the Florian Triangle.
A fleet of dozens of warships stood in a single line, spaced far apart, waiting for orders.
Quite a few young