The new power now ruling this land possessed mobility by sea, land, and air-as soon as enemies were spotted, the white dragon could deliver a kill squad straight to their location.
"Enough talk."
Sandai Kitetsu slowly slid from its sheath at his waist, and Rossi's voice sounded like a blade scraping across the deck.
"You all know what the Deathwind Pirates have done.
No one leaves this deck alive today."
There were deeper considerations behind the order to exterminate them.
That white dragon was far too conspicuous. Even with a mask and a change of clothes, the distinctive nature of Baruf Tani's ability could easily invite connections.
If word reached the Marines, the clues surrounding Golden Lion's prison break might well be pieced together again.
When that happened, Fleet Admiral Kong's Iron Fist would probably come to test the hardness of their skulls in person.
Imagining how that would feel was anything but pleasant.
So-
"Ha! Announcing you'll wipe us out right from the start?"
The woman in glasses bared teeth blackened by tobacco stains.
"Just what I wanted!"
"Tear them apart!"
A ** roar heralded the slaughter.
Flashing blades and cannon fire tore through the night together, and the smell of blood instantly filled the briny sea breeze.
Inside the Operations Room high in Dressrosa's royal palace, Viola withdrew her gaze from the distance.
"Do you need me to keep watching the battle?"
Viola's gaze drifted toward the sea once more.
She gripped her skirt, her fingertips digging into the fabric, but never let that power flow from her eyes.
"No."
The voice came flying from beside her.
Gladius stood against the wall, slowly rubbing the metal casing of the old-fashioned ** in his hand with his fingertips, making it gleam coldly.
He did not turn his head,