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Space tore open like cloth, revealing a deep, pitch-black rift.
...You have to be kidding.
Under Rossi's almost numb gaze, another figure stepped out of the rift.
The same black cloak, the same pointed crown, sky-blue hair falling to her shoulders.
Her face bore the very same expression of looking down upon all living beings, and azure flames as dense as solid matter coiled around her.
The only difference was the thick tome cradled in her arms.
"Space: Alternate Body."
Rossi closed his eyes and drew a deep breath.
How were they supposed to fight this?
"What's going on?"
The book-holding Imu had barely stepped out of the rift when her gaze swept over the battlefield and her brows drew together slightly.
"Red Count, Whitebeard, Kaido, Rayleigh, Dragon... what exactly did you do to make these legendary pirates and the revolutionary forces join hands and storm the Red Line?"
"Now isn't the time to explain."
The previously injured Imu shifted half a step sideways, discreetly concealing the wound at her waist, her voice laced with suppressed irritation. "Deal with them first."
"All right."
The book-holding Imu shrugged. "That was our agreement."
The thick pages rustled as they turned in her hands.
She turned her head, glancing behind her-
"Where are the Holy Knights?"
Responses surged like a tide, shaking the air.
Black-robed figures swept in from afar, kneeling in a dense mass across the ground. Every upturned face burned with near-fanatical devotion.
At the front of their ranks, five old men in formal black attire stood with their heads bowed.
For them, this was the closest their lives would ever come to eternity-not only could they gaze upon the face of the true god, but they could also witness a miracle made manifest.
Even if they had to