Draco stood motionless, staring at the massive Historical Poneglyph before him. The sheer size of the ancient stone slab was staggering—it towered above him, inscribed with intricate carvings that exuded an aura of timelessness. Its surface glimmered faintly under the dim light of the underground chamber, as though it was alive, humming with history.
Draco approached the Poneglyph slowly, almost reverently, placing a hand against its cold surface. The stone seemed to pulse beneath his fingertips, sending a strange warmth through him despite its frosty exterior. He smiled—a wide, satisfied grin—taking in the immensity of what he had found.
Yet his excitement was tempered by a realization: he had no way of reading it. The ancient symbols were foreign to him, and the script, though beautiful, was indecipherable. Even so, Draco marveled at the craftsmanship. Whoever had carved this Poneglyph knew it would last for centuries, untouched by time, weather, or man. It was said to be unbreakable—the toughest material in the world.
"Well..." Draco muttered to himself with a smirk, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess that makes it perfect for a little... experiment."
His gaze darkened slightly, shifting from awe to playful determination. Stepping back, Draco rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles. His smile widened—he was itching to test just how indestructible this legendary artifact really was.
Taking a wide stance, he brought one fist to his side, muscles coiling with unimaginable strength. His other hand rested lightly at his waist, and he exhaled slowly, focusing all his energy on his cocked arm. The chamber felt heavier as if time itself slowed under the pressure of the power he was about to release.
With a sharp inhale, Draco grinned one final time, then swung his fist forward.
The air screamed as his punch rocketed toward the Poneglyph, carrying the weight of a blow that could shatter the planet itself.
[The Battle at the Shore]
At the shoreline, the clash between Roger and the mysterious blind leader raged on. Their auras blazed in vibrant hues—Roger's bright red Conqueror's Haki meeting his opponent's glowing white force. They didn't need to exchange words. The language of battle spoke loud and clear.
Their swords hadn't even made contact, yet the power of their Haki alone sent shockwaves ripping through the skies, parting clouds and kicking up waves along the shore. Sparks danced wildly in the air as their auras clashed, red and white spiraling together like two opposing storms colliding in the heavens. The sheer force of their will created a battlefield unlike any other, one where only the strongest dared to stand.
The leader of the opposing force narrowed his blind, scarred eyes. His expression remained calm—controlled—but his grip on his sword tightened. He could feel Roger's overwhelming presence bearing down on him, pressing against him like a mountain wind.
The last two figures of the group had stepped beside the blind leader, a man that held a long katana, 8 feet tall standing beside the leader was shrouded with clouds of dark mist/clouds. Next to him was a tall female, about as tall as their leader wore a blue long robe. Her blue hair swayed with the snow falling on it, green eyes, what was interesting was that she had 6 fingers on her left hand. She also held a giant axe to her side standing there intimidatingly.
With that, there leader nods and looks towards Roger, with a flick of his sword, the blind man unleashes a torrent of air pressure, sending white arcs slicing toward Roger. In an instant, Roger parried with a grin, his laughter booming like thunder.
Meanwhile, the rest of the battle unfolded around them. The twins, Kiki and Keke, moved as a seamless unit, their movements like mirrored images. They darted toward Douglass Bullet again, but this time Scopper Gaban intercepted, swinging his twin axes with lightning speed.
The clash between Gaban and the twins was ferocious, their weapons meeting with sharp, metallic shrieks. Gaban grinned through gritted teeth as he fought, his muscles straining but his spirit unyielding.
"You two are fast," Gaban muttered, sidestepping one of Kiki's lunges. "But let's see how long you can keep up."
"Let's see how long you can keep standing," Keke shot back, twirling her blade with expert precision.
At the same time, the shrouded figure—a man enveloped in thick black mist—wreaked havoc on the battlefield. Every time Roger's crewmates neared him, the mist thickened, obscuring their vision and dulling their senses. Gasping for air, the pirates stumbled blindly through the darkness, struggling to orient themselves.
"Stay sharp!" Rayleigh barked, his voice steady. He held his sword low, sweeping through the mist with calculated slashes. But the figure remained elusive, a shadow slipping through the fog, always just out of reach.
Amid the chaos, the woman with blue hair and green eyes stood completely still. Her light-blue robe, reminiscent of magical attire, swayed lightly in the breeze. The massive axe resting at her side gleamed ominously in the light. With every passing second, her calm expression remained unshaken, as if she were waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The moment came when Gaban turned his back toward her.
With a fluid motion, she swung her axe, the blade whistling through the air. But just before it could connect, Rayleigh intercepted her with his sword, their weapons locking together in a grinding clash.
"You're not bad," Rayleigh said with a grin, his eyes gleaming. "But you'll have to do better than that."
The woman's expression didn't change. "I was hoping you'd say that names, Yui by the way."
Their weapons broke apart with a screech, and they leapt back into action, moving faster than the eye could follow.
"Names, Rayleigh, of the Roger pirates."
Before they could clash again, they felt a giant earthquake that happened below them. The earth is shaking! was their first thought. The battle stopped abruptly, everyone looked around and tried to figure out what had happened.
[Back Underground]
Draco's punch collided with the Poneglyph with the force of a meteor. The sound of impact reverberated through the underground chamber like a cannon blast, shaking the walls and sending chunks of ice tumbling from above.
For a moment, it felt as if the entire world held its breath. Draco remained frozen in place; his fist still pressed against the same place he had swung at the Poneglyph.