The battlefield echoed with cries of fury and the sounds of fierce combat. Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army, stood over the fallen form of Garling Figarland, breathing heavily but not allowing himself a moment of rest. Around him, his top commanders, all battered and bloodied, stood victorious over the defeated Ten Holy Knights. This battle was one for the ages, one that displayed not just their power but their resolve to dismantle tyranny at its very roots.
The Final Moments with Figarland
Garling Figarland pushed himself to his knees, his once-polished armor now broken and dented. His sword, the legendary Sword of Sanctus, lay shattered beside him, its divine edge snapped by the unyielding force of Dragon's final blow. Dragon had shown restraint, yet the aura of his Conqueror's Haki still lingered in the air, its oppressive weight bearing down on the battlefield.
"You could have been so much more," Figarland muttered, blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes were filled with a mixture of pride and regret, a testament to the era he once believed in.
Dragon's face remained impassive, his chest rising and falling heavily. His fists still crackled with energy, remnants of his Storm Haki dissipating like the last gusts of a hurricane. "I chose to become more than a puppet," Dragon replied, his voice steady. His gaze shifted to the defeated Holy Knights—each one a pillar of the old world, now crumbled under the weight of change.
With a final surge of will, Garling tried to rise, but Dragon closed the distance in an instant. His palm pressed against Garling's chest, and with a whisper of Internal Destruction Haki, he released a burst that shattered the last of the Holy Knight's resistance.
"Rest in the ruins of your ideals," Dragon whispered before turning away, his eyes already scanning the battlefield for his commanders.
Dragon's elite—Ann, Karasu, Ivankov, Betty, Morley, Inazuma, Lindbergh, Hack, and Koala—were scattered across the battlefield, each having faced a formidable opponent. Ann stood above the lifeless body of Saint Luther, her white flames slowly receding. Her breathing was ragged, but her posture remained proud.
"We did it!" she shouted, raising her fist in triumph. Around her, the other revolutionaries echoed her cheer, albeit weakly. They had given everything in this fight, pushed to their very limits by the relentless power of the Holy Knights.
"Victory doesn't come cheap," Ann muttered, gripping her injured arm. Her Ryu no Ibuki technique had been instrumental in countering his opponent's Armament Haki, but at a great cost. She moved to next to her comrads, offering a silent nod of understanding.
Dragon joined them, his presence a beacon of hope among the exhausted fighters. "This isn't over yet," he reminded them, his eyes hard. "The Elders are next. This is just the beginning."
In another part of the battlefield, a new storm brewed. The Five Elders, ancient beings resurrected by Imu's dark rituals, stood facing the combined forces of Shanks' Crew, led by the legendary red-haired pirate, and a collection of Marines and Sword members, including the titans Garp, Sengoku, Tsuru, and Koby.
The five robed figures were no longer the aged men of quiet whispers; now, they were demonic incarnations, fueled by forbidden powers. Imu's dark magic had twisted them into near-immortals, and each Elder now radiated with a demonic aura.
Elder Saturn, the eldest among them, spoke with a voice that rumbled like the earth itself. "This world was never meant to be free."
Garp spat in response, his face set in grim determination. "Shut your damn mouth!" he roared, launching himself forward with a powerful leap. His fist, wrapped in the potent force of Advanced Armament Haki, crashed against Elder Saturn's raised palm, creating a shockwave that rattled the entire battlefield.
The Elders retaliated in unison, unleashing an assault that seemed otherworldly. Elder Jupiter summoned a colossal serpent made of dark energy, while Elder Mars wielded twin blades that moved like dancing shadows. Elder Venus controlled the winds, creating razor-sharp gusts, and Elder Mercury manipulated the very earth beneath their feet, summoning spears of rock to impale their enemies.
Shanks charged in, his crew following in his wake. With his sword drawn, he clashed with Elder Mars, the two exchanging blows that sent sparks flying. Shanks' mastery of Advanced Conqueror's Haki clashed with the demonic Haki of his opponent, each strike threatening to tear the sky apart.
Beside him, Ben Beckman used his sharpshooting skills to provide support, his bullets enhanced with Armament Haki, taking out the summoned beasts created by Elder Mercury's dark rituals. Yasopp and Lucky Roux engaged in strategic support, pushing back the forces summoned by the other Elders.
The battlefield became a chaotic dance of strategy and raw power. Garp took on Elder Saturn head-on, their fists meeting with such force that it split the air and made the very ground tremble. Behind them, Sengoku, in his Buddha form, released shockwaves of light and energy, disrupting the Elders' attacks and protecting his allies. Tsuru, her Washi Washi technique enhanced by Haki, wrapped Elders' shadowy beasts in cleansing energy, dissolving them into nothingness.
"Keep moving!" Tsuru shouted, her voice steady despite the chaos. "We can't let them set the tempo!"
Koby, now clad in Armament Haki, followed Garp's example, using a combination of speed and force to counter the Elders' relentless assault. Sword members like Helmeppo and Drake provided support, working in tandem to disrupt the Elders' control over their demonic energies.
Despite their combined efforts, the Elders remained a formidable force. Elder Jupiter conjured a storm of black lightning, the crackling energy threatening to obliterate everything in its path. Shanks raised his sword high, infusing it with his own Haki and cutting through the darkness with a sweeping slash.
"Is that all you've got?" Shanks taunted, grinning through the blood on his face. "I've fought legends, and you're not even close!"
The battle continued to intensify, with both sides exchanging lethal blows. Garp, Tsuru, and Sengoku fought with the wisdom and power of their years, coordinating their attacks to cover each other's weaknesses. Shanks and his crew used their camaraderie and experience to stay a step ahead, countering the Elders' dark techniques with a mixture of strategy and brute force.
But the Elders were relentless, their powers seeming to defy the natural order. As the battle raged on, it became clear that this fight was more than just a clash of strength—it was a test of wills, of resolve, and of belief in their respective visions of justice.
The combined forces of the pirates and marines managed to push the Elders to the brink, but at a terrible cost. Helmeppo, trying to protect Koby, took a fatal blow from one of Elder Mercury's earthen spears. His sacrifice allowed Koby to land a decisive blow that shattered the Elder's arm, but the pain of losing a comrade fueled their rage.
Garp, seeing his protégés fighting with such valor, roared with fury. "We're taking them down, here and now!"
Shanks, his sword gleaming with crimson Haki, nodded. "Everyone, focus your attacks! This is our chance to end them!"
The battlefield erupted in a final push, each fighter unleashing their most powerful techniques. Garp and Sengoku combined their Haki, creating a tidal wave of force that swept across the field. Shanks and his crew coordinated their attacks, using a mix of brute force and precise strikes to break through the Elders' defenses.
The Five Elders, for all their dark power, began to falter under the combined onslaught. Their demonic forms cracked and splintered, their auras weakening as their connection to Imu's dark magic waned.
As the chapter closed, the Elders, once the embodiment of the World Government's might, were on the brink of defeat. But their final fall would not come without a price, as the forces of justice and rebellion prepared for one last desperate push to end their reign.
The stage was set for the next chapter in this epic clash, where ideals would clash, blood would be spilled, and the fate of the world would hang in the balance.