The change came without warning. Above Marineford, the sky that had been covered in ice and snow now filled with violent thunderclouds, black as ink.
Lightning raged wildly within the clouds, tearing the entire sky to shreds amid deafening thunder.
"What is that?" a Marine officer asked, pointing at the sky with a trembling voice.
"Those aren't Kaido's thunderclouds. This Haki... it's even more violent than before!" Vice Admiral Onigumo gripped his sword, his face ashen.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku abruptly looked up, staring fixedly at the churning thunderclouds.
"This oppressive presence... who on earth has come?" Sengoku muttered, clenching his fists.
Vice Admiral Garp stood beside the Execution Platform, and a trace of a smile suddenly appeared on his previously stern face.
"Hahaha! That little brat always makes such a flashy entrance." Garp laughed loudly.
"Garp, you know who it is?" Sengoku turned to glare at him.
"Who else could it be but that good-for-nothing grandson of mine?" Garp folded his arms, looking considerably more relaxed.
"You mean Lorne?" Sengoku's pupils abruptly contracted, disbelief in his voice.
"Who else but that brat would make such a grand entrance?" Garp raised his eyebrows.
"Ridiculous! What is he doing here? Does he think this situation isn't chaotic enough?" Sengoku's face turned livid with anger.
In midair, Kaido, the circling azure dragon, also stopped moving.
"Worororo? This presence... it's somewhat familiar." Kaido's enormous dragon eyes stared into the depths of the thunderclouds.
Big Mom, Charlotte Linlin, shrieked as she brandished her giant sword, Napoleon.
"Who is it? Who dares put on this mysterious act in front of me?!" Big Mom roared.
Whitebeard Newgate planted Murakumogiri heavily on the deck and looked up at the sky.
"Gurararara! What youthful Haki!" Whitebeard laughed.
"Pops, could it be that Marine, 'Sett'?" Marco flew to Whitebeard's side,