The battlefield of Marineford was chaos incarnate—fire, smoke, and the deafening clash of steel and explosions filled the air. At the center of it all, Luffy, alongside Jinbe, Crocodile, and Ivankov, charged towards the towering execution platform where Portgas D. Ace hung in chains. Whitebeard swung his massive bisento, splitting the earth with every blow, while the Admirals—Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru—held the line with unyielding force.
But amidst the chaos, a strange stillness crept across a small section of the battlefield. From the smoke and rubble, a figure emerged—a silhouette walking calmly through the storm of war. Their footsteps were deliberate, their posture unyielding, and their presence immediately drew attention.
Dracule Mihawk’s sharp golden eyes flickered toward the newcomer.
“Another stray soul enters the fray… What will they bring?”
From atop the execution platform, Sengoku’s gaze narrowed in suspicion.
“Who is that? Another pirate? A Marine? Or something else entirely?”
Nearby, Doflamingo let out a low, amused chuckle, tilting his head with a grin.
“Fuffuffu… How interesting. Another wildcard joins the board.”
Even Luffy, mid-charge, glanced sideways at the approaching figure, confusion flashing across his determined face.
“Who…?”
On the Moby Dick, Marco the Phoenix paused briefly, his keen eyes locking onto the silhouette.
“This presence… friend or foe?”
The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as the mysterious figure stepped fully into view—face obscured by smoke, aura unreadable, intentions unknown. Marines hesitated, rifles trembling in their grip, while pirates stole quick glances, unsure whether to prepare for an attack or await an ally.
The war had welcomed another unpredictable force—one whose next move could tip the scales of Marineford forever.