"Gurararara-!!!"
A booming laugh suddenly erupted, making the masts hum, yet carrying an unprecedented desolation.
Whitebeard casually tossed the newspaper aside, letting the sea breeze tear at it and send it tumbling, while towering waves surged in his clouded eyes.
"Did you see that, boys?!"
His massive palm slammed onto the armrest with a thunderous boom. "This is the tsunami stirred up by the new age! Even that fortress of absolute justice the Marines were so proud of was reduced to rubble by one man's fists!"
"Elementalization... stopped working?" Diamond Jozu stroked the hard crystals covering his body, his usually steady voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
As a top-tier fighter who relied on his Devil Fruit ability, he understood better than anyone the terrifying implications of the myth of Logia invincibility being shattered.
"That guy... just what kind of monster is he? Could his power... surpass even the Devil itself?"
Marco pushed up his glasses, blue flames curling around his fingertips. "It's not countering them. It's negating them."
He pointed to the illustration in the newspaper of the Sin Devil Trigger's claws tearing through the Buddha's radiance. "Fleet Admiral Sengoku's shock waves contained top-tier Haki, and Sakazuki's magma was the result of developing his Devil Fruit to its utmost limits."
"But in that form, all rules based on Devils were forcibly erased... just like how ability users lose their strength in the deep sea."
"Except what he created was an even more absolute exclusion zone for Devils." He looked at Whitebeard, his tone grave. "Pops, this has already gone beyond our understanding of abilities..."
Revolutionary Army headquarters, Baltigo, the island of white soil-
In the dim conference room, only the screen of a Visual Transponder Snail flickered, repeatedly playing footage of the devastated ruins of Marineford's harbor, along with