"The sea... the sea is gone?!" Fukuro's jaw nearly dropped to his chest, his mouth wide enough to fit a watermelon.
"A devil... a real devil..."
Cold sweat instantly covered Blueno's forehead. His Door-Door Fruit powers, which he took such pride in, could not sense a single door through which he could safely escape this place.
Kalifa pressed her lips tightly together, her fingers clenched so hard her knuckles turned white, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Even the strange cadence of Lion Kumadori, who was always muttering about ritual suicide, had vanished completely, leaving only ragged breathing.
And their leader, Rob Lucci, hailed as the strongest member in CP9's history and possessing the Zoan-type Cat-Cat Fruit, Leopard Form, had pupils that were trembling now, too.
The cold will of a killing machine that he took such pride in melted away in an instant beneath that gaze looking down from above.
An irresistible, overwhelming terror born of his survival instincts gripped his heart and limbs.
I can't move!
His body refused to obey him! Every cell screamed of death. Never mind going forward to investigate-even breathing had become agonizingly difficult...
That terrifying pressure pinned them in place like invisible shackles. Cold sweat soaked their expensive suits. It wasn't that they didn't want to run; they couldn't move at all.
What plunged them into even greater despair was that the blue devil radiating an apocalyptic aura seemed... to be moving toward Enies Lobby.
Merely the residual energy naturally spilling from him made the entire island shudder and groan. The enormous Tower of Justice looked as though it might crumble and collapse at any moment.
It's over... The thought arose in the minds of every CP9 member at once.
In his Sin Devil Trigger form, Kirishima Bupai lightly beat his demonic wings, preparing to