Early in the morning, the port of Mariejois was filled with ships, and the bubble-helmeted Celestial Dragons couldn't wait to leave soon.
As morning passed, all the Celestial Dragons with ghostly handprints on their bodies had left, except for one person.
Kong and the Gorosei stood together in the tower at the center of the Holy Land, watching the Celestial Dragons evacuate from the distance.
The Gorosei had their hands behind their backs as they watched the scene unfold with a bitter expression; they knew exactly what it meant when something like this happens.
Mariejois, the Holy Land that had existed since the establishment of the World Government, had begun to collapse. It was not a collapse of the Holy Land itself, but the embodiment that the Holy Land carries, the safety and high standing that it gives to the tenryuubito that makes them feel untouchable.
More importantly, the evacuating Celestial Dragons had not congregated to a specific place, but had dispersed and gone to places they believed to be safe.
It was okay if it was only for a while, but if it lasted for a long time, it was possible for several large families to be lost and possibly taint their bloodlines. "Kong, go to Impel Down now!" ordered Saint Shepherd Ju Peter.
"On it, Sir!" Kong nodded without hesitation and turned to leave. The rest of the Elders had their faces full of uncertainty.
Due to the Entities roaming around, the 800-year-old Image of the Holy Land had been burned to ashes. How ridiculous was that!
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door to the room they were in. "You may enter," someone casually responded.
A woman with a silver mask entered. And the moment this woman entered, the faces of the Gorosei changed. Without hesitation, they knelt on one knee in front of the masked woman, holding a jade medal that represented the servants of the one above the Gorosei.
"Saint Imu had sent me here to ask all of you, when will the ghosts be resolved..." said the masked woman.
The faces of the Five Elders changed color, and they quickly lowered their heads. An inexplicable light shone in their old eyes.
That afternoon, in the meeting room of the Navy Headquarters, many Marines came, basically all the Marines who were above the rank of Rear Admiral in the headquarters and had no missions at the moment.
Tsuru sat in the chief's conference room, drinking coffee; the bags under her eyes were showing.
In the last two days, Sengoku was still in Impel Down, and almost all the affairs of the Headquarters fell on her, which kept her awake for two or three days.
Beside her, a Den Den Mushi was placed, and her eyes shone, projecting the image of Sengoku. *Bang!* At that moment, the door to the conference room was slammed open. Garp barged in!
Editor: was too busy preparing for winter, so couldn't do an edit.
Imu true name "Saint Nerona Imu"
Do you guys like it when i give the gorosei their true names? or leave it as a description, like "The Blond Elder".