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Metal collapsed like melted beeswax, reshaped, and rose into a towering gilt-gold colossus; at the same time, rock strata heaved with a roar, and a stone giant that blotted out the sky tore through the ground, its shadow swallowing the entire coast.
To ordinary people, its eight-hundred-meter body was no different from a moving mountain range, but to certain eyes, it was merely an oversized target.
Even so, when the behemoth strode forward, it drew countless eyes like a magnet-swordsmen capable of leaving kilometer-long slash marks were rare, after all. Against something this size, most attacks were little more than mosquito bites.
Besides, the colossus did not stand alone.
"Door, open to the place reflected in the mirror."
The battlefield flashed across the mirror in Vergo's hand.
A gate of light split open in midair, and figures stepped out one after another.
The first man to emerge had azure, phoenix-like flaming hair; beside him stood a burly man whose body glittered like diamonds; a man with two swords at his waist still carried the scent of flour on his fingertips; another swordsman had withered flowering branches wrapped around his cuffs; and a dark figure with an honest-looking face stood in silence.
Next appeared Wildfire, his black wings spread wide
, the obese yet agile Plague
, and the kanabo-wielding girl currently being chased and beaten by her father.
Then came two Great Swordsmen from Wano Country, nine samurai wearing red sashes at their waists, and several captains who had once served the Golden Lion.
Finally-
"Almost missed it."
A woman with long, silvery-white hair leaped out of the gate and took a deep breath of the gunpowder-laden air.
"If I missed this battle at the pinnacle of the world, it would leave a hole in my life as a