-Broadcast-
The Sky Screen panned across multiple islands in rapid succession, showing the apocalypse's sudden end.
On every landmass touched by the Rumbling, the Titans stopped moving simultaneously—as if someone had flipped a switch and shut off their collective consciousness. Their mindless rampage simply ceased.
Then the steam began.
White vapor erupted from their bodies in tremendous plumes, obscuring entire city blocks. The hundred-meter giants that had seemed invincible moments ago started to melt—flesh dissolving, bones evaporating, colossal forms reducing to nothing under the weight of their own dissipating mass.
The process took several minutes. Survivors watched in numb disbelief as their executioners turned to mist before their eyes.
And when the steam finally cleared, bodies remained.
Human bodies. Unconscious. Naked. Scattered across the ruins like discarded dolls.
These were the people who'd transformed into Titans—ordinary citizens who'd unknowingly consumed Eren's drugged blood during Dressrosa's festival. Now they lay vulnerable and defenseless, surrounded by the survivors of their rampage.
The camera lingered on one such scene: a teenage boy lying in rubble, while three armed men approached him with murder in their eyes. One raised a club—
The Sky Screen cut away, but the implication was clear.
Revenge would be swift and brutal.
-Real World-
Across every sea, every nation, every ship watching the broadcast, the same thought echoed:
The Ancient Weapon is too dangerous.
Even sealed in crystal, even with the Rumbling stopped, Eren Yeager represented an existential threat that couldn't be contained. Monkey D. Luffy in Fourth Gear—empowered by Doflamingo's absorbed strength—couldn't even scratch that crystal prison.
If the Straw Hat Captain at his strongest couldn't break through, what hope did anyone else have?
And that wasn't even the most terrifying part.
Terra can see his own future.
The revelation sent chills through every intelligence analyst and strategic planner watching. The main text of history mentioned this ability, but seeing it confirmed—seeing Eren's memories play out from Flevance to Dressrosa—changed everything.
If everything Eren remembered was destined to happen... if the future was truly fixed...
Then the final memory he'd seen was inevitable.
-Whole Cake Island, Big Mom Pirates-
Charlotte Katakuri stood beside his mother's throne, arms crossed, his expression troubled despite his scarf covering most of his face. His Observation Haki had been working overtime throughout the broadcast, tracking every detail, every implication.
That last vision Eren had seen—the red-nosed clown dancing through halls of death—bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
It's definitely Buggy. Has to be. This is the second time he's appeared in Eren's memories.
The connection was obvious: Eren had demonstrated Domain Expansion first, but Buggy had been the one to theorize it, to teach Luffy the philosophy behind it. They were linked.
But the location...
Katakuri's eyes narrowed as he studied his sister across the room. Charlotte Pudding—the family's three-eyed prodigy with the Memo Memo no Mi (Memory-Memory Fruit)—had gone unnaturally still during that final scene, her third eye wide with recognition.
"Pudding." His voice cut through the room's murmuring. "You know where that was."
It wasn't a question.
The young woman with the covered third eye startled, torn from her horrified reverie. She'd been so shocked by the location that she'd momentarily forgotten the other bombshell: she was being married off to Vinsmoke Sanji, who the Sky Screen had revealed would be... transformed.
They want me to marry someone who'll be cross dreessing, a distant part of her mind wailed. But that's not important right now because—
"Mary Geoise." Pudding's voice came out as barely a whisper. Then louder, more certain: "Brother Katakuri, that place in Eren's memory is Mary Geoise. The Holy Land."
Silence crashed across the room like a physical force.
Charlotte Perospero's lollipop fell from his mouth. "You're certain?"
"Completely." Pudding's photographic memory left no room for doubt. She pulled out a newspaper from two weeks ago, hands shaking slightly as she unfolded it to show a photograph of Mary Geoise's grand staircase. "Look. The architecture. The distinctive twin staircases connecting the lower plaza to the palace district. The ornamental columns. Even the spacing of the windows—it's exact."
She laid the newspaper on the table, and those close enough to see felt their blood run cold.
It was a perfect match.
Katakuri processed the implications with terrifying speed. "Buggy the Clown dancing through Mary Geoise. Bodies everywhere—mostly World Government agents and Marines based on their uniforms. Blood deep enough to wade through."
His mother, Charlotte Linlin leaned forward with predatory interest. "Ma-ma-ma-ma! That little clown has bigger balls than I gave him credit for! Making trouble in the Celestial Dragons' backyard? That's not just bold, that's suicidal!"
"Unless he succeeds," Katakuri muttered. His Observation Haki was already trying to peer into potential futures, but the variables were too chaotic. Too many wildcards. "If Eren's memories are fixed destiny, then Buggy will succeed. The Holy Land will be attacked. The Celestial Dragons will suffer massive casualties."
The room erupted in speculation:
"After Dressrosa, he attacks Mary Geoise directly?" "How does he even get there?" "What kind of force could break through Marine Headquarters AND the Holy Knights?" "Is this the 'Iron and Blood Massacre' the Sky Screen mentioned?"
Katakuri let them talk, his mind racing through scenarios. The Sky Screen had shown two apocalyptic events in Eren's memories:
First: The Rumbling destroying Dressrosa. Second: Buggy massacring Mary Geoise's defenders.
But which comes first? And how much time between them?
"The Sky Screen called it the 'Iron and Blood Massacre,'" Katakuri said aloud, silencing the chatter. "That's not a spontaneous attack. That's a named historical event. Something so significant it gets recorded in history books."
Perospero nodded slowly, understanding dawning. "You're saying this is coordinated. Planned. Possibly involving multiple forces."
"I'm saying Buggy the Clown is leading an era, exactly like the Sky Screen claimed. And if he's bold enough to attack Mary Geoise, if he succeeds in attacking Mary Geoise then the entire world order is about to collapse."
-Mary Geoise, Celestial Dragon Residential Districts-
Panic had set in among the World Nobles.
The broadcast had shown their future deaths. Their inevitable future deaths, if Terra's visions were to be believed. Rivers of blood in the sacred halls. Severed heads decorating the pristine marble floors. A clown dancing through the slaughter like it was entertainment.
Saint Charlos, still recovering from Admiral Smoker's deliberate shooting of his knee at Dressrosa, was inconsolable. "I want to leave! I want to go somewhere safe! Mother, tell them we're leaving!"
Saint Shalria tried to comfort her brother while fighting her own terror. "Where would we even go? Mary Geoise is the safest place in the world. If we're not safe here—"
"Then we're not safe anywhere," Saint Rosward finished grimly. The patriarch of the Charlos family stared at the Sky Screen's frozen image—Buggy's silhouette against a backdrop of carnage—and felt genuine fear for the first time in his pampered life.
The sword of Damocles hung over Mary Geoise now, invisible but undeniable.
The future Terra saw is bound to happen. This catastrophe is destined.
Across the residential district, similar scenes played out. Celestial Dragons who'd spent their entire lives believing themselves untouchable—divine—suddenly faced their own mortality.
Some vomited from stress. Others fainted outright, their servants scrambling to revive them with smelling salts and oxygen masks.
Many quietly began making arrangements to relocate to "country estates" that conveniently happened to be on different continents. They disguised it as "extended vacations" or "health retreats," but everyone knew the truth:
They were fleeing the Holy Land before the prophesied massacre arrived.
-Pangaea Castle, Five Elders' Chamber-
The five most powerful men in the World Government sat in emergency session, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken dread.
"Relocation is not an option," Saint Jaygarcia Saturn stated flatly, cutting off the discussion before it could begin. "Mary Geoise was built on the Red Line for reasons that predate even us. Reasons that cannot be compromised."
"The secrets buried here—" Saint Topman Warcury began.
"—are precisely why we must remain," Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro finished. "Abandoning the Holy Land would expose things that have been hidden for eight hundred years."