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.
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. 481 : Ace Rescued! Whitebeard's Final Order!
"You and I part ways here," the Moby Dick’s captain declared, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Everyone must survive! Return safely to the New World!" Fire and rubber danced in a lethal duo,
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. They were bringing their brother home
"Listen up, Whitebeard Pirates!" his voice boomed, shattering the sound of cannon fire. The battlefield went silent.
"Pops? What are you saying?" Ace shouted, skidding to a halt. The fire in his hands flickered.
The execution platform crumbled into dust. Luffy’s defiant roar echoed across Marineford as the sea-stone cuffs finally fell away. Ace was free.