The Navy’s ships were closing in on Dressrosa, and the urgency of escape pressed on everyone’s mind. As you, Law, and the Straw Hats gathered to make your move, something unexpected happened.

A tall figure emerged from the wreckage—a man in a familiar feathered coat, his face full of warmth and clumsiness, but unmistakably alive. Rosinante, the man Law had thought dead for 13 years, stood before you all.

Law froze. His voice cracked. “Corazon...”

Rosinante took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Law. “I’m not here to stop you, Law. I’m here to join you... if you’ll have me.”