He slammed his fist into the air, the very atmosphere cracking like glass. The shockwave leveled the remaining fortress walls, creating a massive chasm between his retreating family and the Marine forces.
But Edward Newgate—the man called Whitebeard—knew better.
Behind him, the path to the future was open. In front of him, the end was waiting. He didn't flinch. He just took a deep breath, ready to show the world why he was the strongest man alive one last time.
Fire and rubber danced in a lethal duo, carving a path through the elite Marine ranks. For a fleeting moment, hope felt like a physical weight, lifting the spirits of the battered Whitebeard Pirates. They were doing it. They were bringing their brother home.
"Go, Ace! Go, Luffy!" Marco cried, grabbing Ace by the shoulder, his phoenix wings shimmering with blue flame. "Don't let his resolve go to waste!"
"Pops? What are you saying?" Ace shouted, skidding to a halt. The fire in his hands flickered.
He stood like a mountain of scarred flesh and sheer willpower, his massive naginata, Murakumogiri, planted in the cracked earth. Blood leaked from a hundred wounds, and his legendary coat hung heavy with the grime of war. He looked at his "sons" one last time.
He slammed his fist into the air, the very atmosphere cracking like glass. The shockwave leveled the remaining fortress walls, creating a massive chasm between his retreating family and the Marine forces.
But Edward Newgate—the man called Whitebeard—knew better.
Behind him, the path to the future was open. In front of him, the end was waiting. He didn't flinch. He just took a deep breath, ready to show the world why he was the strongest man alive one last time.
Fire and rubber danced in a lethal duo, carving a path through the elite Marine ranks. For a fleeting moment, hope felt like a physical weight, lifting the spirits of the battered Whitebeard Pirates. They were doing it. They were bringing their brother home.
"Go, Ace! Go, Luffy!" Marco cried, grabbing Ace by the shoulder, his phoenix wings shimmering with blue flame. "Don't let his resolve go to waste!"
"Pops? What are you saying?" Ace shouted, skidding to a halt. The fire in his hands flickered.
He stood like a mountain of scarred flesh and sheer willpower, his massive naginata, Murakumogiri, planted in the cracked earth. Blood leaked from a hundred wounds, and his legendary coat hung heavy with the grime of war. He looked at his "sons" one last time.
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