The Visual Den Den Mushi's signal spread through relay towers to every corner of the Four Blues and the Grand Line.
Enormous screens of light hung above the squares of the Sabaody Archipelago, Loguetown, and Alabasta's capital.
Bound in chains inside an iron cage, the Golden-Crowned Parrot revealed every secret from eight hundred years ago.
"So the one sitting at the top was a bird?"
"We paid the Heavenly Tribute for eight hundred years, only to support a bunch of thieves and frauds!"
In Foosha Village in the East Blue, villagers pointed at the screen and shouted accusations.
In the squares of countless Affiliated Nations, crowds toppled statues of the Celestial Dragons.
At the edge of the Red Line in Mary Geoise, the smoke of battle had yet to clear.
Sabo led the Revolutionary Army soldiers in opening every underground cell in Mary Geoise.
Thousands upon thousands of slaves tore the collars from their necks and rushed toward Red Port's cargo lifts.
But dozens of large warships lay anchored on the waters below Red Port.
Marine Admiral Sakazuki stood at the bow of the flagship, his dark red uniform billowing in the heat.
Behind him gathered thirty thousand Elite Marines who believed in Absolute Justice.
News of the Five Elders' defeat and deaths had already reached the warships, but Sakazuki had not ordered a retreat.
Sengoku and Garp stood aboard a supply ship to the right, hoping to dissuade Sakazuki.
"Sakazuki, the facts are right before us. The Celestial Dragons' regime already exists in name only."
Sengoku held a Den Den Mushi, his voice carrying across the flagship's deck.
Sakazuki raised his head, his gaze cold and hard.
"Even if the World Government has its stains, it remains a shield protecting millions of civilians from pirate massacres."
"If the Celestial