Not broke. Snapped into place.
On the execution platform, Sengoku’s glasses flashed. His hand tightened on his staff. "Impossible..."
But his eyes—those black, depthless eyes—were not looking at Akainu. They were not looking at the three Admirals or the Warlords.
In the bay, Vice Admiral Momonga raised his sword to block an incoming pirate, but his arm froze mid-swing. His horse stumbled. A thousand yards away, on the walls of the fortress, a rookie marine clutching his rifle suddenly went cross-eyed. His knees buckled. Foam touched his lips. Thud. Then another. Then a hundred.
Not broke. Snapped into place.
On the execution platform, Sengoku’s glasses flashed. His hand tightened on his staff. "Impossible..."
But his eyes—those black, depthless eyes—were not looking at Akainu. They were not looking at the three Admirals or the Warlords.
In the bay, Vice Admiral Momonga raised his sword to block an incoming pirate, but his arm froze mid-swing. His horse stumbled. A thousand yards away, on the walls of the fortress, a rookie marine clutching his rifle suddenly went cross-eyed. His knees buckled. Foam touched his lips. Thud. Then another. Then a hundred.