"Can you still see my 'future'?"
When Yas's calm, indifferent voice rang clearly across the deathly silent deck like a final verdict, Katakuri's towering body jolted!
He stared fixedly at that godlike, demonic figure in the distance. His crimson eyes, which could always see into the future, held nothing but endless bitterness and bewilderment.
The future?
No, there had never been a future to begin with.
From the moment he had peered into this man's future, everything he had seen had merely been an insignificant "fragment" that the endless abyss of black-and-red destruction had allowed him to see.
What he had seen was not the future, but a warning of a "natural disaster."
Katakuri slowly closed his eyes, and another trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth beneath his scarf.
We lost.
We lost utterly and completely.
From strategy to tactics, from abilities to willpower, even on the level of existence itself, their Big Mom Pirates had seemed so laughable before this young Marine Vice Admiral.
Thud!
Slumped on the ground, Perospero had watched his mother, as invincible as a god, turn into a decrepit old woman in mere seconds. His mind had completely collapsed, and he fainted outright from terror.
The other members of the Charlotte Family also crumpled to the ground one after another, trembling, without even the courage to raise their heads and look at Yas.
A seemingly eternal, deathly silence hung over the Leviathan.
Vice Admiral Pokato and the Marines under his command stood as though petrified, mouths agape and eyes wide, as if they had completely lost even the ability to breathe or think.
What had they just seen?
Divine punishment?
No, it was even more terrifying than divine punishment!
A single thought had turned an Emperor of the Sea who reigned