Whether in the past or the future, humans and many other intelligent races always seemed accustomed to using the most direct, most violent physical destruction to demonstrate their strength, intimidate opponents, and achieve their aims.
Cannon fire, blades, Devil Fruit abilities, Haki clashes-these formed the main theme of centuries of struggle on the Grand Line. Simple, brutal, effective.
And that place was Mary Geoise.
The world's power converged here like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, then radiated toward the Four Seas like blood pumped from a heart.
Eight hundred years of accumulated prestige, institutions, symbolism, and actual control had made this "Holy Land," built atop the Red Line, the ultimate hub that governed the pulse of the entire planet.
Yet, before the internal aftershocks of the previous night's staggering "Sun Bomb" attack had fully subsided, a completely different yet lethal "greeting" descended once more.
Ten thousand meters above Mary Geoise.
Boer hovered silently, his short, silvery-white hair utterly still in the thin air currents at that altitude. He looked down on the still-splendid Holy Land, which, in his perception, had already become a "caged beast."
The Superconducting Ring, fused with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's fundamental energy and properties of law, steadily circulated a dark golden glimmer at his chest.
Through this efficient energy hub, nature's nearly limitless electric charge and magnetic energy were continuously converted into magnetic force under his absolute control.
He no longer needed to condense a world-destroying orb of plasma.
This time, he chose a more delicate method, one better suited to piercing the very core of the power structure.
He slowly spread his arms, as if embracing all of Mary Geoise.
"God has fallen silent."
His quiet declaration, carried by violent yet precise magnetic fluctuations, instantly covered and permeated every inch of space for dozens