Whitebeard laughed with booming force, a sound filled with both madness and triumph.
"A ten‑minute death countdown? Gurararararara!!!!"
His voice echoed across the cracking ice as he stood tall again, fully restored to his peak strength as though time itself had reversed.
His rejuvenated body, brimming with life and power, did not hesitate for even a second.
"Ace, your old man is coming!"
He planted his massive polearm firmly into the frozen ground, the ice groaning beneath the pressure, and gazed toward the distant execution platform where Ace waited.
"I've stared at this island long enough and found it an eyesore. Finally, I can make a big mess. Children, hold fast!"
Creak!!
With a low crouch, Whitebeard reached into the air, his hands gripping nothing yet seeming to clutch all the space around the island itself.
The Tremor‑Tremor Fruit, known throughout the world as a power capable of breaking the world itself, began to bare its true destructive strength before Marines and pirates alike.
"Quake, Space Over the Shoulder Throw!"
Whitebeard roared like a warrior hurling a friend into battle. As he twisted with all his strength, the very space ahead of him warped and flipped.
Crack!!!!
Grrrrriiiind!!!!
The area around the distant execution platform warped, folding in mid‑air before being flung away like tossed debris.
Boom!!
Marineford's structures shattered in a deafening crash.
Gah! Bang!
Unsecured massive cannons and turrets, each weighing several tons, teetered and then toppled, smashing down upon Marines who had lost their footing.
"Ahhh…"
Cries of terror rang out as soldiers watched helplessly while the giant metal behemoths crushed them.
Splatter!
Crimson blood spread beneath the collapsing weapons.
CRACK!!!
Suddenly, the ground split open, and Marines screamed as they slipped into the yawning abyss, swallowed by the earth.
"Careful!!!"
Vice Admiral Momonga seized a falling Marine by the collar and shouted, voice strained:
"Hold onto anything—grab anything solid! Do not fall into the cracks!!!"
Even as he bellowed, the island beneath them began to tilt sharply, throwing the entire battlefield into chaos.
Distant waves rose and the island lurched violently.
Towering tidal waves erupted across the sea, smashing all docked warships and pirate vessels into splinters.
Crack!!
The shattered wreckage drifted, then smashed into other ships, causing countless vessels to slowly sink beneath the relentless tide.
Click.
Rumble...
Marineford shuddered, trembling like the heartbeat of the world itself.
"What?"
Fleet Admiral Sengoku planted his feet firmly on the execution platform, staring in disbelief at the terrifying figure in the distance.
Despite being an aged man mortally wounded, Whitebeard now wielded destructive force unlike anything witnessed that day.
"Whitebeard, what have you done? Why do you still possess such power?!"
This was a complete miscalculation.
No one had anticipated that Whitebeard, even in his weakened state, could expend so much stamina on such a massive scale and unleash the true power of the Tremor‑Tremor Fruit.
In truth, Whitebeard had not truly used the Tremor‑Tremor Fruit's world‑shaking strength in many years.
"Whitebeard still has it…"
Someone on the battlefield whispered, awestruck.
Red Earl Redfield stood gracefully atop a shattered stone wall, watching the old man with the white crescent mustache dominate the epicenter of the quake. His expression was heavy with melancholy.
"It's been a long time," Red Earl murmured. "Decades ago, he was a nightmare brought to life, able to shake the world as easily as a child shakes sand. And now, even after all this time, he remains just as formidable."
These titanic quakes were the direct result of Whitebeard's Tremor‑Tremor Fruit awakening once more, its power surging like a beast unbound.
"Gurararararara!!"
Feeling that familiar surge, Whitebeard twisted his wrist violently and bellowed toward the execution platform:
"Shatter!"
The center of his palm seemed to press a metaphysical trigger that inverted the world itself. The entire island began to shake with unnatural intensity.
Even the bedrock at the island's foundation quivered violently.
Crack!!! A fissure appeared deep at the bottom of the landmass, trembling as it began to split upward.
In an instant, the island itself tilted downward toward the sea.