Chapter 77: The Sea Trembles, The Sky Weeps — The Azure Ocean Awakens
The seas of the New World had always been unpredictable — violent waves and monstrous storms were as common as the rise and fall of the tides. But on this day, even by those chaotic standards, something unnatural gripped the horizon.
A giant shockwave spread across the ocean, shaking the water like a huge ripple in a pond. Far away, at the Voidreign Kingdom — the home of the powerful Voidreign Pirates — the people felt the ground rumble under their feet. Big waves crashed against the shores, and it felt like something huge and scary was waking up deep under the sea.
On a towering cliff that looking out at the endless horizon.
Dracule Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman, his cold yellow eyes scanning the horizon beneath his wide-brimmed hat.
And beside him, with a cloak billowing in the wind and his eternal smirk, stood Crocodile, the sandman of the Grand Line.
"The sky... it darkens." Mihawk muttered, his gaze narrowing.
A crack of thunder split the heavens. Black clouds rolled across the sky, swallowing the light. And then, like some apocalyptic vision, the unmistakable image took shape — a giant, colossal fist descending from the heavens.
Miles away, yet so massive it was visible from Voidreign's coast.
Civilians and pirates alike poured into the streets, eyes turned to the heavens. Children clung to their mothers. Merchants abandoned their stalls. Even seasoned warriors of the Void Knights raised their brows in alarm.
"Wh-what is that...?!"
"Is the world ending?! A giant fist from the sky?!"