The air around Marineford is thick with tension, the weight of the moment pressing down on every soul present. Rows upon rows of Marines stand at the ready, weapons clenched in steady hands, their eyes locked on the looming presence of Whitebeard’s fleet beyond the bay. The atmosphere is eerily still—like the final breath before a storm.

At the highest point of the execution platform, Fleet Admiral Sengoku stands tall, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his cap. The legendary Marine oversees the battlefield with a steely gaze, his mind sharp, calculating. The world watches as justice and rebellion stand on the precipice of war.

Beside him, shackled in heavy seastone cuffs, is the catalyst of this conflict—Portgas D. Ace. The son of the Pirate King, his fate bound to the will of the Marines. The Fleet Admiral's voice is steady as he prepares to address the world, to deliver the words that will set this war into motion.

The silence is deafening. The battle has yet to begin—but the end of an era is already unfolding.