Thump—
A sound like an ancient bell tolled through the air, and an invisible wave radiated outward like ripples across space.
"Crack… Crackkk!"
Under Blaze's horrified gaze, the kilometer-wide gravitational field shattered—web-like cracks spreading across it like fractured glass.
With each echo of the heartbeat, the fractures rapidly expanded, until finally—
"Crashhh!!"
The entire field collapsed into countless shards.
"ROAR!!"
One of Ghidorah's snarling heads, riddled with fine cracks, began to regenerate.
It let out a monstrous dragon's roar.
The roar unleashed a devastating shockwave that visibly warped the surrounding space—a sonic boom of crushing pressure.
"Gah!"
Blaze could no longer hold on. His face flushed red as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"So the first pawn they sent was from the Charmaco Family?
What's wrong—did they abandon you because you're weak and expendable?"
Ghidorah's lips curled into a cruel, jagged grin.
Suddenly—without lifting a finger—his right head's eyes narrowed.
And then... something terrifying occurred.
Before him, a massive, translucent gray corridor—hundreds of meters long—materialized from thin air.
Trapped within it stood Charmaco Blaze.
And as if he had realized something horrific, panic filled his eyes.
He raised his fist and slammed it against the corridor wall beside him—
his arm wrapped in obsidian-black Armament Haki.
The punch landed in eerie silence.
Only the gentle ripples that spread across the wall showed that he had actually struck it.
"..."
Blaze shouted something at the top of his lungs.
But in the outside world, all one could see was his terrified expression—
his voice completely silenced.
"Enjoy the fear while it lasts."
"Collapse."
Ghidorah's cold voice rang out.
Then—
THOOM!
A deep, resonant boom—like an ancient bell at dawn—echoed through the heavens.
It was the sound of space imploding, compressing air in on itself, producing a deafening shockwave.
In the next moment, a segment of that gray corridor seemed to disappear, as though crushed out of existence—revealing the true space underneath.
This was the terrifying secret behind why Ghidorah could never return to human form.
If Blackbeard's Yami Yami no Mi (Dark-Dark Fruit) was considered a bug for allowing him to hold a second Devil Fruit...
Then Ghidorah's Titan-Titan Fruit, his Ghidorah form, was a whole different level of broken.
Because in this form, he could house three separate Devil Fruit powers—one for each head.
That's also why he couldn't and didn't dare return to human form.
His form itself represented the Titan Fruit.
But each head carried an apex-level ability.
The right head possessed the terrifying Supe Supe no mi (Space-Space Fruit)—
within the spatial zones it created, everything was under his control.
The sound of space collapsing—so thunderous outside—was pure terror within.
And in the next instant—
"Gahhh!!"
Blaze coughed up more blood like a burst pipe—
his eyes and ears even began bleeding.
"..."
Robbed of his voice, Blaze looked like a mute—kneeling in agony, holding his head as if it were splitting apart.
Up in the sky, King watched in utter shock.
He didn't know what the gray corridor was—but its power terrified him to his core.
From the earlier conversation, he had already guessed Blaze's identity.
And he now knew—this man might have been one of the key players behind the extinction of the Lunarian race.
Watching him suffer like this stirred a dark satisfaction in his heart.
"THOOM!!"
Space imploded again. Another segment of the corridor vanished.
As the corridor shrank, the explosions intensified.
"GHHAA!!"
Blood poured from all seven orifices of Blaze's head—eyes, ears, nose, mouth.
Even the tiny capillaries at his temples burst.
He clutched his skull, writhing and silently screaming in unimaginable pain.
"Worthy of being one of the Twenty Kings.
You survived the second collapse.
But how about… the third?"
Ghidorah's golden eyes were ice-cold, but laced with a twisted amusement.
He began preparing for another collapse of the spatial corridor—
—but then, something unexpected happened.
As Blaze writhed, his body suddenly burst with blood, and the space around him began to distort.
Another force—external and powerful—was starting to tear open Ghidorah's controlled space.
"CRACK!!"
"BOOM!!"
With a violent rupture, Blaze's blood-soaked body shot out from the gray corridor like a projectile, plummeting toward the sea.
"A last-ditch effort?"
Ghidorah's golden eyes flashed coldly.
With a sharp command, he growled:
"Spatial Lock."
"Buzz."
As the gray corridor vanished, a transparent cube instantly formed above the ocean—right in the path of Blaze's fall.
The moment he dropped into it, he would be trapped again.
But—at that final second—
a shadow flashed across the sky, and Blaze's body vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Heh..."
"So much for unity. In the end, everyone's still playing their own little games."
Ghidorah didn't look surprised at all.
His massive dragon head turned to the left, eyeing a figure circling in the sky.
A pterosaur.
But not King's familiar species.
This one bore a striped black-and-yellow crest on its head.
In midair, King froze upon seeing the newcomer.
Though the creature bore a similar form, their sizes were vastly different—
the newcomer was much smaller.
But he knew—underestimating this one would be a grave mistake.
To snatch someone from Ghidorah in mid-air…
there was no way this was some weakling.
"Donquixote Horace (OC)!"
The moment Ghidorah saw the figure, he recognized him, and his eyes glinted with even deeper malice.
This guy…
A prime example of the Donquixote Family's legacy—
twisted, cold, and utterly deranged.
"Hehehehe… Long time no see, old friend~"
croaked the eerie voice of the mutant pterosaur, still holding Blaze's body in its claws.
"Don't insult me by calling yourselves 'friends.'"
"You Donquixote scum are nothing but backstabbing filth."
Ghidorah's gaze sharpened to icy daggers.
"Still bitter over the past?"
the strange pterosaur replied nonchalantly.
"We had no choice.
The power you lot showed back then was simply too terrifying…"
There wasn't even a hint of remorse in his tone.
He spoke of the betrayal as if it were completely justified.
"If you were so afraid…"
"Then I suppose…
I won't mind showing you what fear looks like again."
Ghidorah's voice turned cold as ice.
Electric currents surged across his massive body—
battle was imminent.
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