The Red Line.
Beneath the firmament.
The snow-white full moon drove back the stars that filled the sky.
Ships left their original ports one after another, heading for the New World and the Grand Line.
Without the restraint of the Sea Kings, an unprecedented voyage to scale the Red Line began as well.
Yet that was not the strangest thing. Vast numbers of ships were leaving the Kingdom of D, heading for every corner of the world.
Why?
What had they appeared for? There were enough of these ships to carry every living being.
Even Noah, the ship of promise, had been dragged to the sea surface by the Sea Kings. The elders who knew part of the truth about the world all looked out at the sea in terror, occasionally raising their heads to gaze at the moon.
Many believed that the sun gave this world all its light, and that the moon's existence was utterly insignificant. What people struggled to understand was that, in the vast majority of circumstances, the moon was far more frightening.
The sun was too far from the Blue Planet. Though its light could reach any planet in the star system, it was simply too distant, and most of the time, the sun posed no terrifying threat.
The moon, however, was intimately tied to the Blue Planet's very existence. Most of this world was ocean, and the moon was the key to controlling the tides.
For thousands of years, this planet had been undergoing all kinds of changes.
Mock Town.
The Knock Up Stream erupted once again. This spectacle appeared only at long intervals, yet the vast majority of people knew that such a wonder existed in the world.
But with the arrival of every crisis, things seemed to have become entirely different. The