Fortunately, the tremor had come fiercely but passed quickly, without sustained shaking, and thus had caused no large-scale disaster.
Meanwhile, in the barren lands on the Kingdom's northern border:
The island had already **, and an enormous canyon stretched from east to west, cold seawater surging into this newborn wound.
Viscous liquid slid from the brim of Trebol's hat and dripped into the newly formed rift below.
Scalding vapor still rose from that deep scar, a burning wound left by the collision of two powers.
"Was that it?"
Eyes cautiously peered out from beneath the bowler hat, looking toward the cliff that still hummed.
Before the words had faded, a black shadow swept through the air-Tani had caught the falling figure.
Rossi's voice drifted through the wind, hoarse from overexertion. "Watch out-"
The warning came a fraction too late.
Something pressed down on the hat, very lightly, yet every muscle in Trebol's body instantly tensed.
He looked up and saw an inverted scarlet silhouette hovering quietly above his head, the soles of its shoes facing him.
It was that man.
"Sea urchin!"
Viscous matter coated in Armament Haki exploded outward, like countless black spikes shooting in every direction.
His reaction was certainly quick, but within that scarlet field of vision, every spike's trajectory was as clear as a frame played in slow motion.
He could even smell the fear flashing through Trebol's mind, like rust mixed with cold sweat.
His palm pressed down casually, and his figure dispersed like smoke.
Bang!
To the onlookers, the red figure that should have fallen into the sea merely appeared like a phantom, then vanished just as eerily.
Trebol, meanwhile, had collapsed into his own Slime: Swamp, his hat askew, utterly motionless.
"He can still move-"
He could do far more than move.
With