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Then suddenly, everything stopped.
Everyone froze. Their hearts began to pound.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Weaker Marines collapsed one after another. "W-What is this?!" one of them gasped.
The Marine commander clutched his chest, his body trembling. "Conqueror's Haki…?" His face twisted with fear. He had never awakened Conqueror's Haki, never even mastered Armament or Observation. He only stood here because of his Devil Fruit ability — a frost fruit that could rust anything, human or metal.
But this… this was something far beyond him.
A black portal opened in the middle of the battlefield. From its depths, a figure stepped out.
A tall being clad in black armor, his face hidden, his presence monstrous. The ground cracked under his steps.
Aokiji, who had been silent until now, felt his legs weaken. His body shook, but he forced himself to kneel instead of falling unconscious. "That pressure… What is he? A Devil Fruit user?" His eyes narrowed. "Or… something else?"
Akainu, with magma dripping from his clenched fist, glared at the figure. Even he felt his body strain under the suffocating aura. "Tch… This isn't normal Conqueror's Haki."
The figure, Ashborn, stood still. His eyes moved across the battlefield, watching the Marines, the burning island, and the slaughtered civilians. His voice echoed, low and calm:
"This world is rotten. Just like Father said. The Celestial Dragons… their corruption poisons everything."
He thought for a moment. "Should I send Beru? Tank? Yggdrasil? Or Kaiser?" His lips curved slightly. "…No. That would be overkill. Nemo. Remo. Arise."
From his shadow, two figures rose — dark, twisted Apostles who once served the remnants of the Itarim.
"Yes, my liege!" they said with joy, kneeling before him.
Ashborn pointed towards the chaos. "Protect the civilians. Save as many as you can. Carry the dead to the center. Do not fail me."
The two shadows bowed. "As you command, my liege." In a blur, they rushed into the battlefield, cutting down Marines, shielding children, and pulling bodies from the fire.
With his shadows working, Ashborn released more of his aura. The oppressive pressure shook the island. People gasped for breath again, but their hearts trembled at the overwhelming power that filled the air.
Among everyone, the most enraged was Sakazuki — Akainu.
Memories burned in his mind. The massacre of his island. The pirates who destroyed everything. His hatred had shaped him. From that day, justice was all he had left. He blinded himself to good and evil, truth and lies. To him, the World Government was hope, and its justice was absolute. He would crush anything that stood against it.
Now this man — this monster — was standing in the way of justice.
Akainu's teeth clenched. His fury burned hotter than his magma.
"That fruit… the Shadow-Shadow Fruit, Kage Kage no Mi…" His eyes narrowed. "Gecko Moria once had it. But this one… his power, his Haki, is different. Too different."
But rage drowned his fear.
"Justice will not bend to you!!"
Without a second thought, Akainu roared and charged. His arm turned into molten fire. Lava dripped onto the ground, burning holes through stone.
"Akainu, wait!" Aokiji shouted.
But it was too late.
Akainu launched himself forward, his Magma Fist aimed straight for Ashborn's face.
But as Akainu's magma fist was about to land on Ashborn, Ashborn calmly lifted his hand and caught it with his bare palm.
Akainu's eyes widened. What?! He caught it? Shock turned into pure anger. The man in front of him was blocking his justice. He pushed more heat into his magma, raising the temperature to a deadly level.
But Ashborn didn't even flinch. With just one casual motion, he threw Akainu across the sea like trash.
BOOM!
The impact shattered a nearby island in front of Ohara. The water between Ohara and that island split into two, waves crashing violently on both sides.
Ashborn lowered his hand, and in his grip was still Akainu's molten arm, torn off from the throw. Darkness spread over it like a curse, and in seconds, the arm crumbled into black dust and vanished.
On the broken island, Akainu struggled to breathe. His body screamed in pain. Blood dripped from his mouth as he realized something terrifying—he could only feel one arm. Impossible… His magma body was supposed to be immune to physical attacks, yet this man ripped it apart without even using Haki.
His mind raced. Not even Garp could do that… What… is he? But before he could think further, his consciousness faded.
The marines nearby froze in fear. Even those who had regained consciousness were trembling, unable to believe what they saw.
Aokiji stepped forward, his usual lazy tone hiding sharp tension.
"Oi, oi, oi… what a troublesome guy you are." Cold air spread from his mouth as frost began to creep across the battlefield. "I don't know what kind of fruit you ate, but this shadow thing… it's not normal. Only one man had that ability before."
The marines nodded, whispering among themselves. Kage Kage no Mi… the Shadow-Shadow Fruit… Gecko Moria.
Aokiji narrowed his eyes. He knew this wasn't the same. This was something far worse.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, then exhaled deeply.
"IceAge" he muttered
The ocean froze instantly, spreading an endless sheet of ice that swallowed Ashborn whole.
But inside the ice, a dark hand moved. The ice didn't hold—it turned black, rotted, and vanished into nothing.
Ashborn's calm voice echoed through the frost:
"You cannot freeze what is born from both darkness and light."
Aokiji's face hardened. Pulling his hand from his pocket, he formed an ice blade, its sharp edge glowing cold. He launched a spear of ice, freezing everything in its path.
The spear struck Ashborn—
But instead of piercing him, the attack was swallowed. The ice dissolved into blackness upon contact, like it never existed.
Aokiji clicked his tongue, shock breaking through his calm mask. What… the hell is this guy…?
While all this chaos was happening in Ohara,
far away in Mary Geoise, inside the Taurus Castle of Imu, the one known as Imu sat silently on her throne.
She sensed it.
The moment came like a knife to her chest. The link… the same link she once shared with her brother—her love, Joy Boy. When he died, that link had vanished.
Her hands trembled, teeth clenched. So… it really was him. The prophet my love spoke about…
Her eyes glowed as she released something the world had never seen before—the Queen's Haki. Unlike the King's Conqueror's Haki, this was different. It wasn't about domination. It was about possession. The Queen's Haki bent everything it touched, as if saying: You belong to me.
But even with that power, she knew it wasn't enough. Her heart ached, her body shook. She could not bring back the dead. She could not match what was lost.
So she cursed.
Imu placed her hand over the calm water outside her castle, and with a bitter smile, she whispered words of power. A curse born from her Devil Fruit.
"From this moment… no shadow, no darkness shall ever touch the sea."
Her life force dimmed. Half of her strength, gone in an instant. But she didn't care.
If it meant countering the new Prophet, if it meant finding a path back to her beloved brother—back to Joy Boy, back to Nika—then so be it. She would pay any price. She would be with him again.
"Yes…" she murmured, her voice dripping with obsession. "Through this Prophet… I will reach you, Joy. I will have you again."
Her lips curved into a twisted smile. She leaned back on her throne, dark eyes gleaming.
"Well then… I should give some work to my dogs."
She didn't even bother to call them by name. To her, they weren't worth remembering.
The Five Elders—the so-called rulers of the world.
To her, they were nothing more than dogs. And dogs didn't deserve names.