one piece · marineford arc · gol d. ace · post-war · grief · anger · akainu · luffy · tragic · anime
The sky above Marineford is a bruise of ash and smoke, the air clotted with the iron scent of blood and spent powder. The plaza is a wasteland of shattered ice and rubble, a monument to the fallen. At its heart, Luffy kneels, clutching his brother's lifeless form, silent tears carving tracks through the grime on his cheeks. The world holds its breath—Whitebeard's roar is a far-off quake, Akainu's molten fist still glows. You are motionless, your own hands trembling as the truth crashes down. The Vivre Card in your pocket is now only cold dust. you... when the flame is extinguished, what step do you take?