"Remnant Fire Sword: The Fall of a God

Red Line.

At the same time, on Mariejois—the so-called "holy land" that had nearly disappeared—

Bai Ye stood before an abyss of absolute devastation, carved into the Red Line by his "Remnant Fire Sword – Northern Heaven and Earth Extinguished."

Holding the blazing sword in his grasp, he set his sights on Im, who stood in the distance.

"Use every trick you have left," Bai Ye said coldly.

At that moment, the unimaginable heat engulfing the Red Line made Im's crimson pupils widen in shock.

He stared at the man in the distance.

Im's mouth opened slightly, disbelief flashing across his face.

How is this possible?!

Before his eyes, nothing remained but an unfathomable abyss—a void of absolute annihilation on the Red Line.

Thousands of undead... gone!

The "Gate of Hell"—formed through the power of death—had also vanished without a trace.

For days, Mariejois had been disconnected from everything.

And now…

It wasn't just the undead that had perished.

The sheer, unimaginable heat that tore through the Red Line had left only a handful of heavily damaged battle puppets beside Im.

His crimson pupils shrank again.

If not for these puppets shielding me in time...

...I would be dead.

A terrifying thought—one Im had never experienced before—surfaced in his mind.

And with it, a long-forgotten emotion crept into the deepest part of his heart.

A feeling that had eluded him since the founding of the World Government.

Fear.

His gaze dropped to his slightly trembling left hand.

Teeth clenched, his expression darkened.

As the "god" who stood above the Grand Line—above the entire world—

How could I, of all beings, feel fear like those lowly creatures?!

Rage erupted in Im's chest, veins bulging across his forehead.

With a furious roar, he raised his hand:

"An inferior creature?! Are you mocking me?!"

"I am a noble god!"

"A god born to rule all things in this world! And you—you're fighting for those pathetic, lowly beings?! What a joke! Die! The nobility of a god is beyond the comprehension of a mere insect like you!"

A deranged, venomous voice filled the air.

Dark energy—thick with the essence of death—surged from Im's body.

In an instant, the ominous, shadowy aura poured into the broken bodies of Rocks and the other puppets at Im's side.

Their shattered forms began to mend at an alarming rate.

Within moments, an overwhelming surge of power radiated from them.

Though their expressions remained vacant, void of any human emotion—

Their strength was undeniable.

Under Im's deathly influence, the power exuding from Rocks and the others now far surpassed that of the Five Elders.

Seeing this, a twisted grin stretched across Im's face.

"Die!" he roared.

"When I controlled them all at once, their power was only half of what it was in life!"

"But as those weaker pieces of garbage were destroyed by your own hands, the blessing of death has empowered each of them to their peak! Even restoring the Devil Fruits they once wielded!"

"Do you understand what this means?!"

"Before you stand over a dozen monsters—all at the height of their era's power! You have no chance of victory!"

Madness flickered in Im's eyes.

At his command, Rocks, Golden Lion, Roger, and even former Marine Admirals, now twisted into Im's undead puppets, stepped forward.

BOOM—

Golden Lion reached out, touching the earth beneath him.

His "Lion Fruit" ability activated instantly.

A torrent of darkness erupted from Rocks.

The unmistakable "Logia - Dark Fruit."

Roger lifted his saber—now infused with deathly energy—

And with a swift, lethal motion, unleashed "Divine Departure."

Among the other puppets, a beastly figure—bathed in crackling lightning—transformed into a phantom beast tiger.

A storm of devastating attacks flew toward Bai Ye.

Yet, amidst this display of overwhelming force—

Bai Ye remained eerily calm.

His gaze, indifferent.

His posture, unwavering.

His attention, solely on Im—who was now consumed by madness.

"So, this is everything you have left, Im?"

As the ultimate warriors of their time unleashed their fury—

Bai Ye tightened his grip on the Remnant Fire Sword.

Then, in a voice as cold as death, he whispered:

"Let me show you the true meaning of 'hell.'"

Im, now lost to insanity, refused to acknowledge reality.

And so—

Bai Ye plunged his Remnant Fire Sword deep into the ground beneath him.

His eyes remained calm, as if peering into Im's very soul.

He would crush every last hope Im clung to.

"Remnant Fire Sword – South."

As the top warriors of their respective generations advanced, their strongest attacks only inches away—

Bai Ye spoke.

At that instant—

Flames erupted across Mariejois.

A scorching inferno engulfed everything.

The very moment Bai Ye's voice rang out—

Everything—

Everything on the Red Line froze.

Rocks' Dark Fruit ability—halted.

Golden Lion's airborne onslaught—suspended in time.

Roger's devastating slash—frozen mid-air.

And then—

A suffocating darkness swallowed the sky.

A moment of absolute silence.

It could have been a few seconds.

It could have been a single second.

Or maybe just half a second.

And then—

Fire.

Everywhere.

First one.

Then two.

Then three.

Within a breath—

Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands.

A tidal wave of charred skeletons burst forth from the earth.

The Red Line drowned in flames.

From the highest peaks to the lowest depths—hell had been unleashed.

A numbing terror spread through all who bore witness.

"Is that… hell?!"

Countless voices trembled in horror.

And amidst the chaos, Bai Ye lifted his head.

His cold, piercing gaze met Im's stunned, petrified eyes.

And then—

He uttered the final words that would bring everything to an end.

"Remnant Fire Sword – South: Ten Trillion Fire Burial."