The sky churned with unnatural fury. Black clouds twisted into knots above as if the heavens sensed their end approaching. The Abyss Serpent tore through the layers of myth, its form splitting the clouds like prophecy manifest. On its prow stood Ravro D. Flare, his gaze fixed ahead. There was no hesitation in his stance, no doubt in his bearing. The sky would kneel.
Behind him stood Mihawk, his black blade sheathed but gleaming with hunger. Velra rested her crimson spear across her back like a sleeping flame. Nico Robin stood silently behind them, eyes wide with awe as the sea of white cloud below formed into the fabled realm few believed existed.
"Skypiea," Robin whispered. "I thought it was only a legend."
"It was," Ravro said calmly. "Until now."
The Abyss Serpent descended slowly, like a god's judgment.
Atop his golden shrine, Enel opened his eyes. They crackled with arrogance and lightning. His mantra trembled beneath the pressure of something approaching—a presence it couldn't measure. His drums hummed behind him, amplifying his rising curiosity.
"An intruder... so loud, so... absolute," he murmured. He stood from his seat, shirtless, his golden staff clicking against the floor as he moved.
His priests bowed low. He dismissed them with a wave of electricity.
"I will handle this. Personally."
The Abyss Serpent landed on the hardened clouds of Upper Yard. Ravro walked forward first, each step forcing the cloud beneath to form black sigils of dominion. Velra followed with her usual fluid precision. Mihawk was quiet, unreadable.
Robin descended last, her eyes scanning the ancient ruins in the distance. Her breath caught at the sight of towering stone monoliths hidden within the jungle.
"Those inscriptions... They're from the Void Century. I can feel it," she said, trembling.
"Later," Ravro said. "First, the thunder dies."
Lightning split the sky.
Enel descended in a pillar of light and arrogance, his body wreathed in crackling gold.
"You presume to walk my heaven with boots of shadow?" he asked, voice ringing like a chime. "You will bow, or you will burn."
Ravro said nothing. He turned his head.
"Mihawk."
The black swordsman stepped forward without a word.
Enel raised an eyebrow. "You send a servant to fight a god?"
Mihawk unsheathed Yoru.
The world stilled.
Enel launched forward first, lightning erupting in every direction, turning the clouds to glass beneath him. He thrust his golden staff like a spear, lightning trailing like wings. Mihawk moved once.
Steel flashed.
The staff shattered.
Enel's body twisted backward, caught off guard by the simplicity and brutality of the strike. He formed a massive thunder beast with his drums, hurling it forward.
Mihawk sliced upward.
The beast evaporated. Cleanly. Quietly.
Enel snarled, turning into lightning itself, flashing across the battlefield. In every direction, bolts erupted from him—forks of divine wrath.
Mihawk walked through them.
Unburnt. Unbothered.
With a single swing, he sliced through Enel's body even as it vibrated with electrical current. Blood flew. The god stumbled.
"Impossible," Enel spat. "You should be ash!"
Mihawk looked down on him. "You are not divine. Just loud."
Enel summoned all his power, his drums ringing in unison. Massive arcs of heavenly judgment struck downward.
And then Yoru descended.
The blade fell like night itself. With one clean stroke, Mihawk severed Enel's drums from his body. They shattered into golden fragments.
Lightning died.
Enel collapsed, twitching, stunned in disbelief. "No... I am...
Mihawk silenced him with a glance. "You were."
Ravro stepped forward. The Abyss surged around him.
[System Alert: Apex Creature Defeated] [Devil Fruit Detected: Goro Goro no Mi – Logia Class] [Extraction Available: Absorb or Consume?]
He raised his hand over Enel's broken body.
"The Abyss chooses."
Black tendrils erupted from his palm, wrapping around Enel like vines of judgment. They pierced his chest, coiling around the fruit that pulsed within him. Enel screamed as the power was pulled from his soul.
The lightning fought. It hissed. It begged.
But it could not resist.
The Goro Goro no Mi, a divine fruit, melted into shadow.
Ravro inhaled its essence.
[System Update: New Ability Integrated] [Goro Goro no Mi: Abyssal Mutation Initiated] [Power Evolved: Abyss Lightning – Properties: Silence, Disintegration, Instant Paralysis]
Thunder no longer sounded from Ravro.
It whispered.
The clouds turned black above him. His eyes sparked with abyssal voltage—not blue, not white, but void-dark. When he opened his hand, arcs of black lightning danced across his fingers.
The golden platform Enel once ruled cracked and sank into the clouds.
Where power once reigned through fear, silence remained.
Later, at the edge of the ruins of Shandora, Robin stood before the Poneglyph. Her hands trembled as she brushed dust from its surface.
"This one speaks of war," she said. "Of a battle between ancient kings for dominion of the skies. But more importantly... it mentions Poseidon. A weapon capable of commanding the Sea Kings."
Her fingers traced the symbols. "It says that Poseidon is not just a force... it is a being. Born once every era to communicate with the beasts of the deep."
Ravro stood behind her, silent.
"And it names a place beneath the sea," Robin continued. "Fishman Island. Hidden beneath the Red Line."
Ravro looked into the distance. For a long moment, he was quiet.
"We won't go there yet," he said finally. "Skypiea must be stabilized. This island... it will become a base. Not just a mark of victory, but of presence."
Robin turned to him, her voice quieter. "The world is changing around you. Not because of force... but because of the direction you're steering it."
He met her gaze. "Then help me keep it from crashing."
Far above, the Abyss Serpent extended new black wings.
And Skypiea—no longer ruled by thunder—awaited its next breath.