The whole island shook violently, as though it were about to collapse.
Ten seconds later, the white sphere of light slowly contracted and dispersed, revealing the devastation beneath it.
A crater fifty meters across and too deep to see the bottom had appeared in the ground. Extreme heat had scorched its walls smooth as mirrors. At the bottom, dark red magma churned slowly, its heat distorting the air.
At the edge of the crater, Luffy knelt on one knee, barely able to maintain Gear Fourth. The dark red color slowly faded from his skin, and even his steam had grown feeble. Blood covered him. Both legs were blackened from ankle to knee, the flesh ruined and the bones exposed. It seemed the Haki inside him was almost completely spent, and his breathing was quick and shallow. But he had not fallen. He was still there, panting heavily, the fighting spirit in his eyes undiminished, like embers that would never burn out.
On the other side of the crater, Shanks stood beside the magma, his sword in his right hand, its tip pointing toward the ground and trembling slightly. The shockwave had long since shredded his cloak, and his shirt was in tatters, exposing lean, muscular flesh covered in small cuts. Blood streaked the corner of his mouth. The web of his hand had split, and blood dripped down the sword hilt into the magma, evaporating with a hiss-these were the marks left by Luffy's last blow, which had forced him to use seventy percent of his strength.
Yet he still stood perfectly straight. The dark red Conqueror's Haki surrounding him remained as dense as an abyss, without weakening at all.
"Forty minutes left." Shanks looked at Luffy, his voice carrying a little fatigue, but far more pleasure. "Gear Fourth packs