Moga's entire face was covered by the massive palm.
The sharp cracking of his skull rang especially clearly in the silent corridor.
Moga's eyes bulged from their sockets, half a whimper squeezed from his throat, and his hands clawed wildly at Lorne's arm.
Lorne's arm, covered in muscles like heavy armor, did not budge.
"Go repent in hell."
Lorne spoke those words flatly, tightening his grip.
A muffled bang rang out.
Moga's massive body went limp and collapsed into the muddy water, never to make another sound.
Beside him, Daker's face turned ashen, and his knees slammed onto the flagstones.
"Spare... spare me! Lord Lorne, the Black-Robed Man ordered us to do it!"
Daker wailed as he kowtowed, his entire body shaking like a sieve.
Lorne did not even raise his eyelids. He stamped his right foot forward.
The gravitational pull of Crushing Blow erupted, forcibly dragging Daker and several other remnants into the air.
Their bodies collided violently in midair, the sounds of snapping bones merging together.
Without giving them another glance, Lorne stepped over the remains strewn across the floor.
"Denjiro, Kuina, guard both sides of the passage."
"Ryan, take your men and clear out the remaining rabble. Leave none alive."
"Yes, sir!"
Ryan tightened his grip on his firearm and led the Samurai Corps in the purge.
Lorne pushed open the Water Prison's concealed door alone and entered the deathly silence of the lowest level.
The seawater rose to his calves, and the stench of rot assaulted his nose.
At the center of the murky pool, eight thick Seastone chains pierced an aged body.
The old man's white hair hung loose, and whip scars and brands covered his chest. He was none other than the former Marine Hero, Monkey D. Garp.
Hearing footsteps, Garp raised his eyelids