But as Wiper collapsed into the white dirt, the smell of ozone didn't fade. It grew. From the center of the crater, a heartbeat of pure electricity began to pulse. Eneru wasn't finished—he was restarting his own heart.
Wiper didn't answer. He couldn't. His body was a map of burns and exhaustion. But tucked into his palm was the Reject Dial—a weapon that could kill a God, provided the user was willing to die along with him. He thought of the Great Warrior Kalgara. He thought of the bell that had been silent for centuries.
Before him stood the God, Eneru. The man moved like lightning because he was lightning, his smirk a jagged insult to every ancestor Wiper had ever lost.
Far below, Luffy was still sprinting through the ruins, his rubber limbs flailing as he shouted for his crew. He didn't know about the sacrifice in the clouds yet. He only knew that the sky was screaming, and he was the only one who could make it stop. AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more