Jabra leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.
His build had grown a little leaner and more powerful than before, the muscles of his shoulders and back filling out his suit.
"It's not a question of whether they're willing to part with it."
"It's a choice between pride and their lives."
"If the World Government doesn't act when a Celestial Dragon is kidnapped, what will the other Celestial Dragons think?"
"They'll think the government can't protect them."
"That fear would shake the foundations of the Celestial Dragons' system."
He paused.
"So they'll have to pay, even if it's ten billion."
Blueno stood in the corner, as silent as ever.
He spoke, his voice low and slow.
"That man."
"The Moon Demon's Devil Fruit power is most likely some unknown Mythical Zoan."
"The one who sank Marineford."
Everyone fell silent.
That was a name that needed little discussion.
The sinking of Marineford had been the biggest news across the seas these past few months.
Marine Headquarters had vanished from the map, Admiral Sakazuki had been killed, Garp had been gravely injured, Sengoku had been gravely injured, and two Admirals had suffered injuries of varying severity.
And all of it.
Had been done by one man.
Kalifa sat in a chair on the other side, her legs crossed, and pushed up her glasses.
Her blond hair was a little shorter than before, cut into a neat shoulder-length style.
"A monster on that level."
Her voice was cool and rational.
"Isn't someone we can confront head-on."
"The Five Elders are sending us to negotiate."
"Not to fight."
Owl stood behind Kalifa with his hands in his pockets, his round body looking particularly silent in the dim light.
"But."
"To get the Celestial Dragon back."
"We'll have to enter that man's