The sky was no longer blue.
It was a storm of black clouds and blood-colored lightning.
The ground trembled beneath the weight of legends.
God Valley — once a paradise of gold and gardens — was now a hellscape of ash and ruin.
And at its center stood Rocks D. Xebec, no longer a man — but something far worse.
Wings of darkness stretched from his back. His veins pulsed with black flame.
His eyes, once burning with ambition, now glowed an empty, divine white.
"Mortals…" a voice hissed through his lips — not his own. "You have taken enough from Mu."
Roger and Garp stood before him — their silhouettes framed by the storm.
Roger's sword glimmered with golden Haki.
Garp's fists shone like molten iron.
They didn't speak.
They couldn't.
For the first time, even Roger felt fear.
Rocks floated forward, wings beating once — the mere shockwave sent both men skidding back.
He smiled — that same wild grin that once inspired every pirate to follow him.
But now it twisted with something inhuman.
"Roger… Garp…" Rocks' voice was layered with Imu's, every word echoing twice. "I suppose it's fitting you two come to end me."
Roger gritted his teeth. "End you? No, Rocks — I came to end this and bring you to your senses!"
"Bring me back?" Rocks laughed — the sound thundered across the island. "There's no bringing back what's already been claimed by Mu."
Garp stepped forward, slamming his fists together. "Then I'll punch it out of you!"
He vanished in a blur.
His fist connected with Rocks' chest — a shockwave split the air.
Rocks didn't move.
Instead, he caught Garp's arm — barehanded — and slammed him into the ground so hard the island cracked in half.
Roger shouted, "Garp!"
Rocks turned toward him, wings flaring. "Your turn."
He lunged.
The two blades met — divine power versus willpower incarnate.
Every clash of their weapons sent lightning tearing through the heavens.
Roger's sword, Ace, shone brighter than ever — his Conqueror's Haki clashing against Rocks' demonic aura.
Rocks laughed, even as blood ran down his face. "You've grown strong, Roger. But strength won't change fate."
Roger grinned back, teeth red with blood. "Then I'll rewrite it!"
Their swords locked again — sparks of red and gold raining around them.
Roger's blade met Rocks' claw, their Haki tearing apart the earth beneath their feet.
Garp's fist collided with Rocks' jaw — only to be caught mid-strike and hurled into a mountain.
Blood sprayed. Rocks laughed — a horrible sound that mixed with Imu's divine echo.
"Your defiance is amusing," Imu hissed through him. "But futile."
Roger spat blood, charging again. "Futile's my favorite word!"
He slashed in a wide arc, his sword glowing gold with Conqueror's Haki.
The blow connected, cutting across Rocks' shoulder — but instead of bleeding, black mist poured out like smoke.
Rocks turned, smiling. "You can't kill what's already eternal."
He swung his arm. The resulting shockwave leveled the battlefield.
Elsewhere, amidst the chaos, Ada stirred.
Her vision was blurred, her body heavy — but the familiar sound of her captain's laughter pierced through the haze.
She forced herself up, leaning against a shattered wall.
"Rocks…"
Then she saw it — Rocks, floating above the battlefield, monstrous and divine.
Roger and Garp were barely holding the line.
Her heart clenched. "Imu's still in control…"
She staggered toward the center, her boots crunching through ash and debris. And there — lying beside a smoking crater — was Rocks' sword the same one he had dropped moments earlier.
She knelt beside it, her reflection glinting in the bloodstained steel.
"Guess it's my turn to carry your will."
She reached for it, her fingers closed around the hilt and the metal burning against her palm. But she didn't let go.
The blade trembled — recognizing her Haki.
The sword pulsed, responding to her Haki. Crimson lightning flared around her, cutting through the smoke and lightning bursting around her.
When she stood, her tattered red dress fluttered in the wind like a dying flame.
Ada raised the sword high. "Let's bring him back."
Back on the battlefield.
Roger and Garp were both bloodied — their clothes torn, their bodies trembling.
Rocks was unstoppable, his strength only growing.
He swung his arm — not his sword, just his arm — and a shockwave leveled everything in front of him.
Roger barely managed to block, but the impact sent him flying into the ruins.
Garp's jaw was bloodied, his knuckles raw.
Still, they stood.
Because that's what D's did — they stood until the end.
And then — a streak of red cut through the storm.
Ada appeared between them, Rocks' sword in her hands. "Get clear!"
She swung — the blade glowing with her Conqueror's will.
The slash cut across Rocks' chest, sending black ichor flying.
He staggered, eyes flashing — for a moment, the voice of Imu faltered.
"Ada…"
It was Rocks' voice. Just for an instant. "You shouldn't have come back…"
Her lips trembled, but her grip held steady. "Then you shouldn't have given me a reason to."
Rocks screamed — wings flaring, energy exploding outward again.
Ada was thrown back, but Roger caught her midair.
"Hell of a swing," he said with a grin.
She coughed blood, smirking weakly. "Didn't hit hard enough."
And suddenly, behind Ada — Newgate, Kaido, and Linlin appeared, bruised but alive.
Kaido cracked his neck. "Tch. The captain's lost it."
Linlin growled, her eyes wide. "That's not him anymore!"
Newgate rested his bisento on his shoulder. "Doesn't matter. He's still our captain."
They all stood shoulder to shoulder — the monsters of the sea — facing their captain, now turned god.
Ada exhaled, steadying her blade. "Then we fight together."
Roger set her down. "Rest. We'll finish this."
But Ada shook her head. "Not yet."
She stood again — barely — and raised the sword. "He's still in there. I'll reach him even if it kills me."
Roger and Garp exchanged a glance.
Then all six charged.
Rocks roared — his voice shaking the island.
He swung his arm down; Garp blocked it, his Haki flaring white-hot. "You'll have to do better!"
Roger dashed in, sword flashing, and Ada leapt alongside him — their attacks synchronized in perfect rhythm.
Every blow they struck left marks across Rocks' divine form.
Kaido's laugh echoed as he transformed, scales rippling across his skin. "WORORORO… Im not done yet!"
A dragon's roar split the sky — his full transformation.
Linlin snarled. "That's my fruit, you brat!"
Kaido only grinned. "Guess you'll have to kill me for it later!"
Newgate raised his weapon, his Haki shaking the island. "Enough chatter. Let's end this."
The four of them charged — Ada at the front, her red dress trailing behind her like flame.
Kaido's dragon fire met Rocks' black aura.
Linlin slammed her massive arm into him, bones cracking with each blow.
Newgate struck from behind, his quake blade shattering the ground.
Ada moved like a ghost, weaving through the chaos — firing, slashing, dodging, her shots guided by instinct and Haki.
Rocks roared, black lightning bursting from his chest, knocking them all back.
Roger and Garp rejoined the fray, battered but unbroken.
For a moment — just one — it was all of them.
Pirates, Marines, monsters — united against a single godlike being.
The earth split. The sea boiled. The sky screamed.
And still, Rocks stood.
One by one, their strength began to fail.
Linlin collapsed to one knee, her laughter turning to a wheeze. "I'm not done yet—!"
Kaido's dragon form faltered, smoke spilling from his wounds. "Tch… he's too strong."
Newgate slammed his bisento into the ground, panting. "We're not beating him like this."
Roger spat blood, his grin still stubborn. "We don't need to win — just to end this!"
Ada steadied herself, her knees shaking. "Captain… please—"
Rocks' head snapped toward her. For a second, the light in his eyes flickered.
But then Imu's voice roared again: "You will all drown in eternity!"
Black energy surged outward — a divine explosion that threw everyone apart.
Ada hit the ground hard, vision dimming. Roger and Garp barely stayed standing.
Newgate gritted his teeth. "We can't stay here. Not with him like that."
Linlin clenched her fists. "You're saying we run?"
Kaido growled, his face twisted with rage. "He's gone. You saw it."
Ada forced herself to her feet, her voice trembling. "Go… get everyone out of here. I'll—"
"No," Newgate interrupted firmly. "You've done enough."
He grabbed her arm, dragging her back toward the cliffs. "Rocks is already lost. Don't throw yourself away."
Ada wanted to argue — but the truth was written all over the battlefield.
Rocks was no longer a man.
He was a storm.
She looked back one last time — the image burned into her memory.
Roger and Garp charging toward Rocks, their Haki blazing.
Her captain, screaming against the god inside him.
Then Newgate slammed his fist into the ground, opening a fissure that led to the lower cliffs.
"Kaido! Linlin! Ada! We're leaving!" he roared.
The other surviving Rocks pirates turned, exhausted and bleeding.
They didn't want to go — but they knew they had to.
One by one, they retreated through the chaos, the battlefield shaking behind them.
The earth convulsed as Rocks unleashed another blast of dark Haki, tearing through the battlefield.
Newgate, Linlin, and Kaido were sprinting toward the cliffs, dragging the wounded with them when the ground exploded behind them.
"ADA!" Newgate roared, turning just in time to see her thrown backward by the blast — smoke and fire swallowing her whole.
She hit the ground hard, blood streaming down her arm, but somehow she forced herself to stand. The Rocks' captain's sword still glowed in her grasp, its edge sparking crimson lightning.
"Go!" she shouted, voice cutting through the roar of destruction.
Kaido skidded to a stop. "Like hell we're leavin' you—!"
"Go!" Ada barked again, her tone sharper, commanding. "If you stay, we all die!"
Linlin clenched her teeth, torn between pride and rage. "MAMA MAMA… you better not die, little assassin!"
Ada smiled faintly, her red dress whipping in the wind. "I don't plan to."
Another blast of black energy tore through the sky. Ada spun and fired into the storm, buying them seconds — seconds that could mean survival.
Newgate hesitated only a moment longer before grabbing Kaido by the shoulder. "She made her choice. We honor it."
The three of them turned and ran, their silhouettes vanishing into the smoke.
Behind them, Ada stood alone, gun in one hand, sword in the other — crimson lightning crackling around her as she faced the impossible.
For a brief moment, the black flames flickered.
His wings faltered.
"Ada…take care of yourself…"
She froze — his voice was real this time. "Captain—"
Then black energy erupted from his chest, engulfing him again.
Rocks screamed, Imu's laughter echoing through the flames.
"He belongs to the gods now!"
The blast hit all three — Garp slammed into a crater, Roger fell to his knees, and Ada was thrown clear across the battlefield.
Her vision blurred. Her hands shook around the sword.
She tried to stand — once, twice — before finally collapsing to her knees.
"Damn it… not now…"
Roger turned, shouting, "Ada!"
But she was already fading — her body giving out after channeling everything she had.
The last thing she saw before her vision went dark was Rocks, hovering in the air — tears of blood running down his face as he screamed against his own possession.
Then everything went white.
When Ada awoke again, the battle was still raging — but quieter now, distant, muffled.
She could barely move. Her fingers twitched around the hilt of the sword.
Through the haze, she saw Roger and Garp still fighting — the two men side by side, their blows synchronized like the beating of a single heart.
Roger's sword cut through divine fire.
Garp's fists shattered the air.
And Rocks — her captain — screamed as the energy around him cracked.
Each blow they landed seemed to free a piece of him.
Roger and Garp stood before Rocks — their bodies broken, their Haki flickering like dying stars.
Roger tightened his grip on his sword. "If this is the end… then let's make it legendary."
Garp smirked through the blood. "Damn right."
They charged together — fists and steel colliding with divine fury.
Each blow tore through the air like thunder.
Each strike echoed with the will of every pirate, every Marine, every D who had ever defied the heavens.
And finally — as Rocks roared one last time, his body splitting between light and shadow — they struck together.
"JET CANNON!"
"DIVINE SLASH!"
The explosion consumed the island.
Finally, with a roar that shook the heavens, Rocks raised his head — his eyes momentarily clear. "Enough!"
Imu's voice hissed, "You dare defy eternity—"
"SHUT UP!" Rocks shouted, slamming his fist into his own chest.
The black energy burst outward, tearing the sky apart.
Roger and Garp leapt back as the explosion consumed the battlefield.
When the light faded — Rocks was on his knees.
Blood poured from his mouth. His wings were gone. His body was human again.
Roger staggered forward. "Rocks…"
The captain looked up — smiling weakly through blood. "Heh… looks like you win this time, Roger…"
Then his eyes flicked toward the distance — toward where Ada lay.
"Tell her… she did good."
And with that — Rocks D. Xebec, the most feared man in the world, fell into the void.