The Holy Land of Marie Geoise—the seat of the gods—was no longer still.
The marble streets of Marie Geoise shook beneath the thunder.
Smoke curled from the shattered gates, lightning still dancing across the ground where Ada and her crew stood. The Holy Land — that sacred city of gold and ivory — was cracking apart beneath their feet.
From every corner, Celestial Dragons screamed, clutching pearls and slaves alike, their world of silk and privilege collapsing into chaos.
The gilded palaces that once reflected the sun now reflected lightning—Enel's lightning—dancing wildly across the heavens.
From the east gate, panicked Celestial Dragons fled with their slaves.
From the west, the sound of iron boots approached.
Ada's dress fluttered in the storm wind, her hair streaked with the glow of lightning.
The sky above was torn open, black clouds swirling like the wrath of the sea.
Across from her, three shadows descended — calm, steady, and suffocating in presence.
Three silhouettes advanced through the haze—immovable, radiating power.
Akainu, fists wreathed in molten magma, eyes burning with fury.
Kizaru, light flickering lazily across his frame, that mocking grin masking something sharp.
Aokiji, frost curling at his fingertips, breath turning the air white.
The Three Admirals — the World Government's strongest forces.
The Three Admirals of the Marines.
"Three Admirals…" Bullet cracked his knuckles, eyes gleaming. "Now this is what I call a real welcome party."
Mihawk's gaze didn't waver, Yoru resting at his shoulder. "Careful what you wish for. These men don't come to fight — they come to execute."
They stopped twenty paces from Ada's crew.
Akainu stepped forward, heat distorting the air around him. "Nyx D Ada. You've crossed the line no pirate ever should. Attacking the Holy Land is a declaration of war against the world itself."
Ada's eyes met his — calm, unblinking.
"Then the world should've thought twice before stealing mine."
Her expression was unreadable, her long coat whipping in the storm Enel conjured above.
Bullet laughed. "Guess we'll have to make sure you regret showing up in person."
Mihawk's eyes never left the trio of admirals. "We're not fighting marines today. We're fighting judgment itself."
Akainu sneered. "Judgment? You think you're justice? You're just another pirate chasing glory."
Ada's gaze lifted. Her tone was quiet but sharp enough to cut through the wind.
"I'm not chasing glory. I'm ending hypocrisy."
The air trembled.
Overhead, Enel hovered on his golden drum cloud, a spear of lightning forming in his hand.
"Yo-ho-ho… looks like we've got ourselves a crowd. I'll handle the fireworks."
Thunder split the sky as Enel raised his hand.
"Raigo: Storm's Descent!"
A colossal thunderball formed above the Holy Land, its glow turning night into day.
Bolts rained down on the marine formations around the plaza, melting cannons and shattering fortresses.
Enel grinned. "I'll keep the stage clear. You guys handle the big names."
Akainu raised his arm, magma dripping from his fist. "Tch. Another fool."
He stomped forward. "Meigō!"
A giant magma hound surged from his arm, tearing through the ground toward Ada.
Bullet stepped in front, his body metalized, and caught it with both hands.
The explosion blasted apart the plaza. Smoke and molten rock scattered—but Bullet was still standing, grin wide.
"You hit like a brat!" he bellowed. "Try harder!"
He punched forward, sending a shockwave that blasted Akainu back through a wall.
Kizaru disappeared in a flash of light, reappearing behind Mihawk.
"Now, now~. You're quite the swordsman, aren't you?"
His leg shimmered gold. "Let's see how light cuts!"
"Ama no Murakumo!"
A flurry of light slashes filled the air. Mihawk parried every one, his movements precise, calm, and fatal.
Their blades met once—light against darkness—and the collision shook the courtyard.
"You move like light," he said coldly, "but your attacks lack direction."
Kizaru smirked lazily. "Direction's overrated, don't you think, swordsman-san~?"
Meanwhile, Aokiji raised his hand, frost spreading through the air. "Ice Age."
The ground froze instantly, ice racing toward Ada's feet.
But she moved faster than sight—her body flickered forward, leaving a sonic crack behind.
"Pierce: Flash Path!"
Her arm turned translucent white, energy concentrating into her palm. She thrust it forward, and a lance of piercing force erupted—cutting through the frozen air, splitting marble and ice alike.
Aokiji barely dodged; the blast carved a trench through the plaza, leaving steam in its wake.
Ada's heels clicked against the fractured marble. "I don't need flames or lightning," she said coldly. "All I need is focus."
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From the other side of the plaza, a second force emerged.
Fisher Tiger, Okiku, and Lilith faced another storm — the God's Knights.
The God's Knights — clad in silver and crimson, masks gleaming under the stormlight — formed a half-circle near the palace.
Their leader, Saint Figarland Garling, stood at the front, blade resting casually on his shoulder.
"So," he said, his tone disgusted. "The vermin bring their toys to our doorstep."
Fisher Tiger snarled, stepping forward, trident in hand. "You call yourself gods, but all I see are cowards hiding behind slaves and marble."
Okiku drew her blade with a soft, sharp hiss. "Your reign ends here."
Lilith, standing just behind them, adjusted her arm cannon, recording lens flickering red. "Recording now. Let's make sure the world sees their 'divinity' bleed."
Garling's smirk didn't falter. "Then witness your own destruction, vermins."
And with that — the battlefield broke open.
They clashed.
Tiger's trident spun like a cyclone, each strike shaking the marble steps. Okiku darted in and out, her sword flashing like a whisper of death. Lilith stood behind them, her mechanical arm transforming into a cannon.
"Target locked," she muttered. "Photon Burst!"
A bright beam shot through the ranks of knights, scattering them like ants.
Garling raised his sword, deflecting the shot with impossible grace, but his smile faltered when Tiger lunged forward, roaring, "Ocean's Wrath!"
The impact sent both of them crashing through a golden archway.
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Lightning fell like rain. Enel's voice boomed from above, his tone bored but sharp.
"Oi, Akainu! I remember you back then. You're supposed to be 'absolute justice,' right? Then why's your justice burning children?"
Akainu snarled, lava erupting from his fists. "You'll burn next, lightning brat!"
"El Thor!"
A thunderbolt struck his shoulder, exploding magma in all directions. Akainu roared, his coat half vaporized.
Enel smirked. "Tch. Hothead."
He turned his gaze toward the fleeing Celestial Dragons in the distance. His grin faded.
"…These are your gods?"
He clenched his jaw and began striking the paths leading away from the palace, melting slave collars with his lightning.
"Run, all of you! The heavens are falling!"
Down below, Ada fought with deadly precision.
She dashed through the plaza, dodging magma, slicing through frozen barriers, deflecting beams of light with pinpoint blasts from her Pierce-Pierce Fruit.
Her movements were clean—precise.
Every strike pierced exactly what it needed to. Every dodge left her perfectly positioned to protect her crew.
Akainu charged again, molten rage erupting around him. "You're just another pretender to power!"
Ada's expression didn't change.
"Maybe. But at least I'm not pretending to be a God."
She raised both arms, palms glowing.
"Pierce: Heavenfall!"
A rain of piercing beams fired from her hands, cutting through magma and marble alike, splitting the sky in a lattice of light.
Akainu braced himself, but one beam grazed his shoulder, slicing through his coat.
He staggered. Steam hissed from the wound.
Kizaru appeared beside him, whistling. "Oh dear… she really doesn't miss, does she?"
Meanwhile, Mihawk and Kizaru's clash carved the air apart—each collision blindingly bright.
Bullet tackled Aokiji into a frozen wall, shattering it completely.
Enel landed behind Ada, electricity crackling around him. "You wanted a signal for the world? I've got the perfect lightning conductor."
Ada nodded, never looking away from the battlefield. "Record everything. Send it later."
Lilith's voice came through the earpiece. "Already rolling."
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Garling's blade met Tiger's trident again and again.
Okiku darted to his side, slicing clean through a knight's arm, while Lilith fired another plasma round that tore through their formation.
Fisher Tiger slammed his trident into the ground, the shockwave cracking through the plaza. "For every brother they took!" he shouted. "For every life sold!"
Garling smiled thinly, parrying a strike from Okiku. His blade moved like liquid silver. "Such passion. It'll make your death all the more poetic."
Okiku's eyes narrowed. "We'll see who writes whose end."
She dashed forward — her speed like lightning, blade infused with Armament Haki. Garling blocked, but Tiger came from behind, spinning his trident and roaring, "Ocean's Wrath!"
The impact sent Garling crashing into a pillar, debris scattering.
Lilith lifted her arm cannon, firing a beam of plasma that struck the God's Knights' formation, scattering them.
"Smile for the camera," she muttered. "History's watching."
Garling's armor cracked. He touched the wound, eyes narrowing. "Impressive. For a bunch of pirates."
Tiger spat blood but grinned. "We don't need your words. We have freedom."
He lunged forward, striking Garling square in the chest and sending him tumbling through a burning column.
Lilith adjusted her camera, voice steady. "Got that. Morgan's gonna eat this alive."
Okiku, breathless but determined, whispered, "The world will finally see them."
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The storm reached its peak.
Lightning illuminated the Holy Land; thunder drowned out the screams of the nobles.
The heavens themselves seemed to shudder.
Ada, Mihawk, and Bullet stood in the center of the chaos—facing three battered admirals.
Behind them, Enel hovered, ready to unleash one last strike if needed.
Akainu's punches shattered the air. "You think your powers can save you from justice?!"
Ada sidestepped, her expression unreadable. "Justice died the moment your gods sold their first child."
Akainu's eyes burned like a furnace. "You won't leave this place alive."
Ada exhaled slowly. "Neither will your illusion."
She lifted her right arm—light condensed into a single, blinding point.
Her crew stepped back.
"Pierce: Grand Path."
The beam erupted upward, slicing through the center of Marie Geoise. It pierced marble, steel, and sky—splitting the Red Line itself in a thunderous quake.
Enel added his power—lightning coiling around the beam, transforming it into a celestial spear that ripped through the clouds.
The beam ripped through the palace gates, obliterating the Celestial courtyard. Nobles screamed as the sky itself seemed to open above them, light spilling through the cracks of their perfect city.
For one eternal second, the Holy Land of the gods was impaled by pure will.
Then came silence.
When the light faded, the heart of Mariejois was gone—nothing left but a crater where false gods once stood.
Smoke curled through the ruins. The air shimmered with heat and static.
Ada lowered her arm. "Lilith," she said quietly, "you know what to do."
Lilith's reply came steady, calm. "Copy that. The world will see it all."
Enel's cloud descended beside her. He gave a faint smirk. "You know, Captain, I think I'm starting to like your kind of storm."
Ada glanced at him. "Good. We're not done yet."
Kizaru reappeared beside Akainu, panting lightly. "She's really quite something, ne~. That devil fruit's dangerous."
Akainu snarled. "Then stop talking and end it."
Aokiji stepped forward, frost reforming across his arm. "You two forget — she's not just her power. She's her crew."
As if on cue, Bullet's roar echoed through the smoke.
"COLLAPSE CANNON!"
He slammed his metal-coated fist into the ground — the resulting shockwave throwing both Akainu and Kizaru off balance.
Mihawk moved in that same instant — his blade cutting the air so sharply it sang.
A line of crimson split the horizon, cutting through a dozen marines who'd dared to approach.
Ada turned, lightning crackling around her. "Stay focused," she said softly. "We're not here to fight them. We're here to end this lie."
Bullet grinned. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy it."
Akainu slammed his fist into the ground, molten fury bursting around him. "You think you can challenge the justice of the Marines?!"
Ada walked through the heat without flinching, her heels cracking the scorched marble beneath her. Her dress billowed behind her, eyes cold and steady.
"Justice?" she said quietly. "I remember when you three still had something close to it."
Akainu froze mid-step, just for an instant.
Ada's voice cut through the storm.
"Back then, you were still men — not dogs hiding behind titles. Vice Admirals with fire in your eyes. I see you now…" Her gaze sharpened, slicing through them as cleanly as her power. "And you haven't changed at all. Still weak. Still bound to a master's leash."
Lightning flashed above them — Enel's thunder answering her words.
Kizaru's grin flickered. Aokiji's eyes narrowed. Akainu's rage burned hotter.
"Watch your tongue, pirate," Akainu growled, magma dripping from his arm.
Ada tilted her head, unbothered. "Oh, I intend to. After all, it's the only thing you've ever failed to burn."
Akainu slammed his fists together, magma dripping like molten blood. "Enough games. Meigō!"
A colossal magma hound roared from his arm, charging Ada.
She raised her hand — haki and her pierce powers gathered into a sphere.
"Pierce: Judgment."
The beam split the hound in half, scattering fire into smoke. Akainu lunged through the explosion — and Ada met him head-on, haki coating her fist.
Their blows collided — the sound like the end of the world.
The ground disintegrated beneath them, marble turning to dust.
Kizaru appeared to Ada's right, leg glowing. "You're really troublesome, aren't you~?"
He kicked — light exploded.
Ada caught it with one hand, sparks flying.
"You think light is fast," she said, eyes flashing crimson, "but hakk transcends all."
She twisted his leg, flinging him into a wall with such force the marble caved in.
Aokiji moved next, freezing the air, spikes of ice launching toward her.
Ada moved faster — slicing through them with arcs of plasma.
She turned her head slightly, calling out without looking back.
"Lilith — keep recording. The world deserves to see what its protectors really are."
Lilith's voice crackled through the comm. "Already on it."
The plaza was a battlefield of gods — lightning, magma, light, and ice colliding until the sky itself fractured.
Even the Celestial Dragons watching from the towers began to scream, realizing this was no act of rebellion — it was retribution.
Bullet slammed into Akainu again, both men roaring as magma and steel clashed.
Mihawk and Kizaru's blades crossed in a flash of gold and black.
Aokiji tried to trap Ada in ice, but she broke through — her energy bursting outward in a pillar that cracked the heavens.
She looked up, the smoke clearing enough to reveal the central palace — the home of the Celestial Dragons.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"This is the heart of your heaven."
She raised her arm one final time.
"Then let me show you hell."
The clouds parted.
Thunder roared.
"Pierce: Grand Path!"
The beam tore through Marie Geoise, splitting the earth itself.
From the palace to the Red Line's edge, everything was engulfed in blinding white light.
The storm screamed — the city of the gods fell silent.
When the light faded, only dust remained.
The Admirals layed battered but alive, staring across the crater that had once been paradise.
Ada lowered her arm, her breathing steady, eyes cold.
She turned toward the horizon—the path to the New World beyond the shattered gates.
"The world wanted a god," she murmured. "Now they'll see what happens when mortals fight back."
The thunder rolled one last time as her crew vanished into the smoke.