The mechanical groan of the fleet subsided as they fully entered the atmospheric shroud atop the Red Line. The students, drawn by a chilling instinct, poured out onto the upper decks of the Marine cruisers.
They expected the legendary height of the world to offer a view of the twin oceans stretching to infinity. Instead, they were met with an absolute, suffocating abyss. There were no stars, no horizon, and no light from the heavens. A heavy, ink-like void had settled over the continent, turning the "land of gods" into a hollow grave.
The Warning of the Past
The silence on the deck was absolute. Even the most hot-headed students stood still, feeling the weight of the darkness pressing against their chests. Nico Robin walked slowly toward the railing, her eyes reflecting the endless black.
"Legends said that the Red Line was once called the land of gods," she began, her voice low and haunting. "But something happened. The history is a blurry story, passed down only by word of mouth, distorted by time. They say the void ate the land of gods... leaving nothing but a catastrophic shadow."
Izuku Midoriya watched her, his breath hitching. The way she spoke made the darkness feel alive.
"The Lunarians were the people who lived here once," Robin continued, her gaze fixed on the emptiness where a civilization should have been. "They were a race said to be able to survive any environment, but even they were erased. Looking at this closely, this world hides more than a mystery—it hides a reality we cannot ignore. If the void did not just eat the land of gods, but is slowly consuming our twin worlds... I wouldn't want to think about the end."
The Voice of the Vanguard
Every student on the deck listened with a heavy heart, the reality of their mission shifting from a simple battle to a fight for existence itself.
From the bridge above, Vice-Admiral Tsuru's voice cut through the gloom, sharp and unyielding. "And if that ever happens in the future, the responsibility to stop it will lie with all of you. Every new soul born into these twin worlds carries the weight of that survival."
The tension was thick enough to choke the spirit, until a familiar, booming laugh erupted from the center deck.
"HAHAHAHA!" All Might stepped into the glow of the deck lanterns, his heroic silhouette defying the darkness. "Don't look so grim, young ones! It is a heavy question for now, but do not let it crush your hearts! We are here to find the light that was lost!"
Garp followed him, throwing a handful of crackers into his mouth with a loud crunch. "Bwahaha! What's there to be scared of? A bit of shadow? I've fought through storms that would make this void look like a nightlight! Get your heads up! We've got a world to save!".
The darkness pressing against the hull was absolute, a thick velvet that seemed to absorb the very light from the ship's lanterns. Despite the lack of visibility, the Marine vessel moved with a haunting precision, its keel cutting through the still air of the summit as if guided by an invisible thread.
On the main deck, the small group of women stood close together, their voices hushed to a whisper that barely traveled past the railing.
Hiyori stared into the abyss, her fingers tracing the floral patterns on her sleeves. "Lunarians," she murmured, the word tasting like ancient ash. "So this mission is really..."
Vivi stepped closer, her eyes searching Hiyori's calm face. "Hiyori, don't tell me you're planning to...?"
Hiyori turned, a small, sad smile gracing her lips. "I need to, Vivi. I am not being forced. This was something written in our family lineage centuries ago. I am the thirteenth generation. The duty falls to me."
Vivi sighed, her gaze softening. "I understand. I suppose I feel the same. I just... I want to see it with my own eyes. I want to know the truth of what lies beneath this void."
"Me too," Shirahoshi added, her voice trembling but determined. She looked down at her hands, which were massive compared to the others but seemed small against the backdrop of the Red Line. "I want to confirm it. I want to see if the stories my father told me about the ancient land of gods were real."
Nico Robin adjusted her coat, her sharp mind already weaving the threads of their separate secrets together. "So," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the shadows. "What we are all after is the same. It isn't just about the devil fruit, but for—"
"Don't tell me..."
The voice cut through the air like a cold blade. The group jumped slightly as Boa Hancock emerged from the gloom. She walked slowly, her usual mask of arrogance replaced by a look of genuine, wide-eyed shock. She had arrived late, but she had heard enough to bridge the gap.
"Not just me," Hancock said, her voice barely audible. "But also you?"
Hiyori blinked, her heart racing. "Hancock-san... don't tell me you also...?"
The four of them—Hiyori, Robin, Vivi, and Shirahoshi—all stared at the Pirate Empress. For a long moment, Hancock remained silent, her pride warring with the reality of the situation. Finally, she gave a single, solemn nod.
"I am also here for a mission I cannot disclose," Hancock admitted, her hand resting on the hilt of her golden earrings. "A duty to my people... and to the history I was born into."
Robin let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, a dark but knowing smile appearing on her face. "So we are all in the same boat. I mean, literally the same ship, and figuratively the same boat."
"What a fate, isn't it?" Shirahoshi whispered, looking from one face to the next.
In that moment, the five of them were no longer just students or royalty; they were the keepers of a secret that spanned the height of the Red Line and the depths of the ocean.
The ship continued its eerie, blind glide through the void. On the main deck, the small circle of women stood like a cluster of ghosts, their hushed voices barely rising above the low thrum of the gears. The air was heavy with a misunderstanding that none of them dared to speak aloud.
Nami had been standing by the auxiliary navigation console, but the sudden, heavy silence from the group drew her in. She rushed toward them, curiosity and concern written clearly across her face.
"What's wrong, everyone?" Nami asked, her voice cutting through the unnatural quiet.
Nico Robin didn't look back at her. She kept her eyes on the impenetrable blackness beyond the railing. "It's not certain yet..." she murmured.
Boa Hancock stepped forward, her regal silhouette cutting through the gloom. The earlier withdrawal was gone, replaced by a face of granite resolve and defiance. "I want to see it with my own eyes," she declared, staring into the abyss. "Whether it's true... or just nonsense."
Vivi looked between them, her voice trembling slightly as she voiced the question they were all avoiding. "Then... if it is true?"
Robin, Shirahoshi, and Hancock didn't answer. They stood in a tense, shared silence, the weight of their unspoken thoughts hanging between them like a physical barrier.
Nami rushed even closer, looking from one face to the other, sensing the gravity of the secret they were holding back. "What's wrong?!" she demanded again, her eyes wide with urgency.
But the group remained silent, watching the darkness as the ship moved deeper into the void.
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To be continued