On the edge of Birka Island, a fleet of ships gently rocked, ready to set sail.
These vessels, unlike their counterparts in the Blue Sea, were built entirely from special clouds.
The scarcity of wood on Birka, an island composed purely of clouds, had led its inhabitants to develop alternatives for shipbuilding. The solution came in the form of island-cloud, a versatile material whose applications seemed almost limitless.
Island-clouds not only served to build houses and furniture but also provided the perfect material for shipbuilding.
These vessels possessed characteristics that radically distinguished them from their marine counterparts.
One of the most notable differences was the absence of traditional sails. Although equipped with oars as a precaution, these were rarely used. Instead, the ships of the Sky Islands relied on a much more advanced technology: wind protectors.
These devices, installed around each vessel, harnessed wind energy in a way that far surpassed the efficiency of conventional sails.
In fact, the same technology that would allow Enel's future spaceship to fly to the moon now propelled these ships through the White-White Sea with ease.
As Birka's warriors took their positions on the ships, an imposing figure rose into the air, capturing everyone's attention. It was Fram, the leader of the Sun Knights, but his appearance had undergone an astonishing transformation.
The wings on Fram's back, previously small, now extended majestically, rivaling in size those of Michael himself.
These new limbs, made of golden fire, allowed him to soar into the sky with a simple flap, an impressive demonstration of the power bestowed by his god.
This transformation was a testament to the versatility of the divine flame granted by Michael. The ability to mold the body at will opened up a range of possibilities.
"This is a war waged in the name of God!"
He proclaimed with a powerful voice, his golden wings majestically extended. "All of heaven must be bathed in divine glory!"
His words resonated over the crowd of warriors gathered on the ships.
"This is a glorious and just war!
To spread the name of God!
For God!"
"For God!" the warriors roared in response, their faces transformed by a mixture of fervor and determination.
The atmosphere vibrated with an almost palpable energy, each soldier willing to risk their life for the divine cause.
In the center of the fleet, on the deck of the main ship, Michael rested in a chair. On both sides, his faithful maidens, Anjie and Rika, released soft yellow flames from their hands, enveloping him in a healing halo.
Although Michael considered them primarily as decoration, he had granted them the gift of the healing flame, turning them into useful auxiliaries in moments of weakness.
A slight smile played on his lips as he listened to the frenzied cries of his followers. "This is the power of faith."
After concluding his speech, Fram turned to Michael, seeking his approval. With a slight nod from his god, Fram took a deep breath and gave the order:
"Forward!"
Seven large ships, each built with island-clouds and equipped with wind projectiles, set in motion.
On board, 700 Birka warriors prepared for the battle that awaited them.
Fram landed in front of Michael. "My God, our forces are more than sufficient to capture the territory. It is not necessary for you to risk yourself personally."
Enel, sitting on the edge of the ship with his arms crossed, added: "Yes, God. You could wait in Birka for news of our victory."
Michael, still struggling against drowsiness, half-opened his eyes. "No," he replied with an enigmatic smile.
"There is a place I wish to go personally."
Fram nodded respectfully, accepting his god's decision without question.
"The journey from Birka takes approximately half a day," he informed. "Please rest in the meantime."
Nodding slightly before sinking into a deep sleep. His spirit, exhausted from creating the fire seeds, needed to recover.
As he slept, his mind wandered about what they would find.
Could they see the remains of Shandora upon awakening?
Why did the Shandorans keep a Poneglyph?
What relationship did they have with the people of Birka?
Would there be traces of the ancient Shandora in the ruins?
These questions danced in his subconscious as sleep enveloped him. The fatigue of his soul paradoxically improved the quality of his rest, allowing him to immerse himself in a deep and restorative sleep.
While Michael rested, the fleet advanced swiftly through the sea of clouds.
....
...
…..
….
…
..
.
"God.... God...," Anjie's soft voice penetrated Michael's sleep, gradually awakening him.
Opening his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting Anjie's charming face.
The young servant, with a bow, announced in a soft voice: "We have arrived."
Rising gracefully, he stood to his full height.
His ethereal figure, wrapped in a white and gold robe that gently waved in the breeze, emanated an aura of power and serenity.
His wings, elegantly folded against his back, shone with a faint golden glow.
With deliberate steps, he approached the side of the ship, his celestial eyes looked at the horizon. In the distance, over the vast White-White Sea, two completely different islands were clearly outlined.
The first, formed by island clouds, did not differ much from Birka in appearance. It floated serenely.
The second island, in marked contrast, was an imposing sight. Its size eclipsed its neighbor, and lush vegetation covered its surface. Even from a distance, the vitality it emanated was palpable, a green oasis in the sea of clouds.
On deck, Fram and Enel remained silent, their gazes fixed on Michael, awaiting his orders.
Michael extended his arms, letting the sea breeze caress his divine face. His eyes scanned the two islands.
Angel Island, the white celestial fortress, and Upper Yard, the green sacred land. Together, they formed the Domain of God.
"Destiny has brought us here," he declared with divine authority.
"Then... attack"
Instantly, Fram raised a hand to the sky.
Golden flames condensed in his palm, forming a spear of gleaming fire.
With a powerful jump that made the deck tremble, he rose into the air and shouted: "Full speed ahead!"
The seven ships of the Birka fleet responded in unison. The wind projectiles roared to life, propelling the vessels through the sea of clouds like arrows.
The distance between them and the two distant islands began to rapidly decrease, the ethereal landscape of the White-White Sea becoming a blur.
Michael, his golden wings majestically unfolding, rose above the deck. "The frontal battle is in your hands," he said, addressing Fram. "I'll go take a look at that island." His gaze fixed on Upper Yard, the lush green land that dramatically contrasted with the surrounding cloudy landscape.
"Yes, God" Fram nodded solemnly. "Take your tour. When you return, victory will be ours."
Michael nodded with satisfaction. Having such capable and loyal subordinates was certainly comforting.
Suddenly, Anjie, the boldest, stepped forward.
"God.... could... allow us to accompany you," she pleaded, putting on puppy eyes. "How could we let you embark on this adventure alone?"
Michael considered the request for a moment before nodding casually. "Follow me."
Anjie and Rika exchanged complicit glances before yellow flames sprouted from their backs, forming wings that would allow them to fly.
Although the healing flame lacked lethal power, it was equally malleable as the golden fire.
"Let's go, then" Michael declared, rising towards Upper Yard with his faithful servants following closely.
As they moved away, the landscape beneath them gradually transformed. The sea of clouds gave way to an impressive view of Upper Yard.
Observing his god's departure, Fram inhaled deeply, his determination burning intensely.
He could not, must not, disappoint his deity.
"Yahaha! Then I'll go ahead!" exclaimed Enel with a mocking laugh. In a flash, his body transformed into lightning, disappearing from the ship in an instant.
Fram snorted slightly at Enel's impetuosity but refrained from commenting.
________
Time: If you're craving more (and I know you are!), I have just what you need. On my Patreon, you'll find exclusive chapters. Join our community and be the first to discover what happens next!
👉 [patreon.com/Athome790]
Your support fuels me. Thank you for the support! 💖
Like ir? Add to library !
Angel Island, though modest in size and population, occupied a unique place in the vast White-White Sea. Its true singularity, however, lay in its neighbor: Upper Yard, the Sacred Land.
This extraordinary island, composed of solid earth and lush vegetation, contrasted dramatically with the ethereal landscape of clouds surrounding it.
Upper Yard was an enigma in the sky, a place where plants grew freely, defying the natural laws of cloud islands. For the inhabitants of Angel Island, this fertile land was an object of veneration and greed, reverently known as the Sacred Land.
Despite its tranquil appearance, Angel Island had witnessed centuries of conflict. For four hundred years, the Shandia, descendants of the ancient inhabitants of Shandora, had fought incessantly to reclaim their ancestral home in Upper Yard. This state of perpetual war kept the inhabitants of Angel Island in constant alert.
When the threatening ships of the Birka fleet appeared on the horizon of the White-White Sea, alarms resonated throughout Angel Island. Although the distance prevented precisely identifying the newcomers, years of conflict had taught the islanders to prepare for the worst.
In response to the imminent threat, the guardians of Angel Beach, the island's first line of defense, began to gather quickly.
These warriors were distinguished from the inhabitants of Birka by subtle but significant physical characteristics.
While the Birkans had wings that pointed downward, the Skypieans of Angel Island possessed straighter wings that extended horizontally from their backs. This difference, though seemingly minor, was a clear marker of their distinct origin and cultural heritage.
In addition to their characteristic wings, the defenders of Angel Island carried unique shields.
"Alert Gan Fall-sama!" shouted one of the lookouts urgently.
"Has the identity of the visitors been confirmed? Are they the Shandia?"
"It doesn't seem so!" replied another lookout, his eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the horizon through a vision dial. "They're coming from another direction, not from Upper Yard!"
"In any case, stay on guard!" ordered the officer, his voice resonating with authority.
The centuries of continuous conflict had left their mark on Angel Island's forces. Four hundred years of fighting against the Shandia had significantly depleted their resistance and organizational capacity.
Within minutes of the initial sighting, a contingent of several hundred defenders had gathered on the beach.
The invading ships were approaching rapidly, their shapes becoming clearer with each passing moment.
"They have weapons!" suddenly shouted one of the lookouts.
"It's the enemy! They're attacking us!" roared another warrior. "Prepare for battle!"
The defenders of Angel Island tightened their grip on their weapons with renewed determination. Their arsenal, similar to that of the Birka warriors, consisted of a variety of knives and guns made from processed clouds, along with a wide range of dials adapted for combat.
Cloud swords, capable of cutting through the air itself. Guns powered by impact dials were ready to fire compressed air projectiles with devastating force. Shields made of dense clouds.
Some more experienced warriors carried more specialized dials: smell dials to create smoke screens, sound dials to disorient the enemy, and even the rare reject dials, capable of reflecting attacks back to their aggressors.
"Yahaha, their reaction is very quick"
Unrestrained laughter echoed from above, cutting through the tension like lightning.
The warriors of Angel Island looked up, astonished.
On the top of a nearby coconut tree, there was a peculiar-looking young man, with an arrogant smile contrasting with his youthful appearance.
"What? ....When...?", the warriors muttered, bewildered by the sudden appearance of the intruder.
An officer, recovering from the initial surprise, shouted: "Who are you?"
Ignoring the question, Enel let his smile widen. His eyes gleamed with disdain. "Who is your leader?", he asked mockingly.
"Let him come out. The gods have arrived, it's time to kneel and present your respects."
The arrogance in his voice was palpable, each word distilling a confidence that bordered on the divine.
"God?", exclaimed one of the warriors with disbelief and outrage. "There's only one god here! That's Gan Fall-sama!"
The laughter of Angel Island's defenders mixed with warnings. "Boy! Explain your actions! Otherwise, we're not responsible for what might happen."
Enel tilted his head in confusion. "Oh?", he murmured. "Why are you so rude? It's..."
Zap!
In the blink of an eye, his body materialized among the crowd, surprising everyone present.
"Is this how you treat a god?", he asked with a dangerous whisper.
Before anyone could react, a bright golden light burst from Enel's body.
Thunder and flames intertwined in a dance, their power amplified by the Seed of Fire granted by Michael.
The resulting explosion devastated everything within a radius of tens of meters. Screams of pain and confusion filled the air, mixing with the crackle of flames and the roar of thunder.
"What... what is this?", the surviving warriors shouted, unable to comprehend the nature of the power they faced.
The concept of Devil Fruits was practically unknown in the sky, leaving them completely unprepared for such a demonstration.
Zap!
Enel rose again in the air, his body glowing with electrical and fiery energy.
His laughter echoed across the beach "Yahaha! This is the fate of the blasphemous!", he declared with his eyes shining with fervor.
"Discharge!", he shouted, extending his arms towards the sky.
Golden lightning bolts sprang from his body, falling upon the defenders of Angel Island like a lethal rain. Each impact caused an explosion of fire and electricity, sowing chaos and destruction.
Enel's face contorted into a grimace of ecstasy and power. Each scream of pain, each explosion, seemed to feed his divine ego. "Behold the power of a true god!", he proclaimed
"Attack! Bring him down!", they roared. The realization that they were facing a being capable of manipulating thunder filled them with terror.
Despite the chaos, they quickly regrouped. Years of conflict with the Shandia had trained them to adapt to situations.
With a coordination born of experience, they began to deploy their arsenal of special dials.
The air filled with a cacophony of sounds as all types of projectiles were launched towards Enel.
Roaring fireballs shot out from flame dials, closely followed by explosives that whistled menacingly. Cutting projectiles, created by compressed wind dials, intermingled with powerful air impacts. Even the rare laser dials were used in this desperate assault.
However, to the dismay of the defenders, all their efforts proved futile against Enel.
Each projectile, each beam of energy, simply passed through Enel's body, leaving behind only a trail of dancing electricity. The young man remained intact, his mocking smile growing with each failed attack.
"Monster! He's a monster!", some shouted.
Just as despair threatened to overwhelm them, a new danger emerged from the sky.
A lance of fire fell like a meteor upon the defenders.
Boom!
The impact was devastating, enveloping the area in an explosion of flames.
The survivors, stunned and disoriented, looked up towards the origin of this new attack. There, suspended in the air with majestic wings, was another figure.
In his hand, a second lance of fire began to take shape, its pulsating light promising more destruction.
The voice of the newcomer thundered over the field: "Surrender or die, choose!"
Each word was charged with divine authority, making it clear that it was not an empty threat but a proclamation of fate.
The eyes of Angel Island's defenders widened, not only at the appearance of this new enemy, but at what they saw behind him.
An army of winged warriors was rapidly approaching, their wings of fire creating a terrifying and magnificent spectacle.
The sky itself seemed to burn with the arrival of these invaders.
____
Not far from Angel Island, over the vast expanse of solid land of Upper Yard, Michael was slowly advancing through the air, flanked by his faithful servants, Anjie and Rika.
While maintaining an expression of serene indifference, his companions couldn't help but look down with amazement and fascination.
The view that unfolded beneath them was an unprecedented spectacle for eyes accustomed to the ethereal clouds of Birka.
A dense forest stretched as far as the eye could see, its green and lush canopies creating a tapestry of life that contrasted dramatically with the immaculate white of the celestial islands.
"Incredible!", whispered Rika, her eyes wide open. "Is this really solid earth?"
Anjie, though equally impressed, maintained a more formal composure. However, even she couldn't help but marvel at the abundance of vegetation, so different from the sparse flora of their home.
After a few moments of silent flight, Rika gathered the courage to ask: "My G-God, where are we heading?"
Anjie frowned, gently reprimanding her companion. "Rika, it's not our place to question divine designs! We must simply follow our God."
Far from being bothered, Michael smiled indulgently. "There's no need for such formality, Anjie," he said softly.
Extending his hand, he pointed towards the horizon. "Do you see that structure? That's our destination."
The servants followed the indicated direction, their eyes widening in amazement at the sight of a colossal vine rising from the heart of the forest, disappearing into the heights of the sky.
"It's gigantic!", exclaimed Rika with astonishment. "How can something like that grow on land?"
Michael smiled to himself. 'There lie the ruins of Shandora and the Golden Bell,' he thought. 'We're close to unraveling ancient mysteries'
Suddenly, a shout echoed in the air, interrupting his thoughts. "Halt!"
Michael arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued by this unexpected interruption. From the direction of the great vine, a figure was rapidly approaching.
As the silhouette became clearer, it revealed a surprising sight: a pink spotted horse, but not an ordinary equine. Between its ribs extended a majestic pair of wings, allowing it to gallop through the air.
A pegasus in every sense.
On the back of this magnificent creature, a knight in silver armor stood imposingly. His lance, shining, pointed directly at Michael and his entourage.
"Who are you?", demanded the rider
Michael, instantly recognizing the newcomer, felt a smile form on his lips. 'Gan Fall,'
'The current God of Skypiea. What a fortuitous encounter'.
________
Time: If you're craving more (and I know you are!), I have just what you need. On my Patreon, you'll find exclusive chapters. Join our community and be the first to discover what happens next!
👉 [patreon.com/Athome790]
Your support fuels me. Thank you for the support! 💖
Like ir? Add to library !
Komentar Paragraf
Fitur komentar paragraf sekarang ada di Web! Arahkan kursor ke atas paragraf apa pun dan klik ikon untuk menambahkan komentar Anda.
Selain itu, Anda selalu dapat menonaktifkannya atau mengaktifkannya di Pengaturan.
MENGERTI