In a hidden basement on Sweet Island, Redfield was chained tightly to the wall, his body wrapped in multiple layers of restraints.
The finger-thick chains were forged from Sea Stone, specifically designed to suppress Devil Fruit users.
As a legendary veteran pirates, Redfield received special treatment from Katakuri—bound with numerous Sea Stone chains to ensure his captivity.
Even with Redfield's extraordinary Armament Haki, which allowed him to resist the usual weakness Devil Fruit users had against Sea Stone, the sheer hardness of the chains made escape impossible.
"Caesar! I demand to see Caesar! You bastards, how dare you treat me like this?! I'll slaughter you all and drink every last drop of your blood!"
Redfield, having suffered repeated setbacks today, was on the verge of mental collapse.
It wasn't that his will was weak—this condition had plagued him for years.
The reason lay in his habit of draining blood from his victims.
The intense resentment and curses of those he killed had seeped into his mind through their blood.
Now, if Redfield couldn't restore his youth and his Life Force continued to wane, those suppressed grudges would erupt, corroding both his aged body and soul.
Thus, the once-formidable Redfield now appeared deranged and erratic.
Daifuku and Perospero, both towering at six meters with bulging muscles, sat cross-armed at the cell entrance, watching Redfield's frenzied screams with cold indifference.
"Stop your shouting, old man!"
A bloodied young man in the same cell as him—Gin—snapped in irritation at Redfield's incessant wailing.
Redfield's crimson eyes blazed with fury as he bared his fangs at Gin.
"You dare speak to me like that, brat? Next time, I'll drain you dry! Hahaha, I bet your blood will be delicious!"
Redfield's eyes rolled as he lost himself in delirious laughter.
Gin smirked, his expression dripping with undisguised disdain.
"Senile old fool. How the hell did someone like you ever gain that kind of power?"
Perospero licked the lollipop in his hand and tapped the prison bars.
"Kid, don't provoke him anymore. The old man's gone a bit crazy right now. You should rest too. Daifuku's bandaging skills are terrible—did he nearly strangle you? In a couple of days, when Father has time, he'll summon you."
Daifuku, sitting across from him, shrugged.
"Brother Perospero, asking a fighter like me to play doctor? You're really pushing it. As long as the kid's bleeding stopped, that's enough. Besides, if he dies, that's his fate. What's it to us? Right, kid?"
Gin grinned, flashing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Naturally! If I die just like that, then it proves that i'm nothing special. You can even feed my corpse to the dogs for all I care!"
Redfield flew into a rage.
"You dare call me a dog?! Kid, come here! I'll suck your—"
"Shut up, you old bastard!"
Perospero clutched his throbbing head, quickly crafting a few candy earplugs.
He tossed two to Daifuku and stuffed two into his own ears.
******
On the icy surface near Banana Island, an obese, seven-meter-tall man wheezed heavily, clutching his chest and abdomen as he trudged painfully across the ice.
"Kishishishi... cough Damn Red Hair, damn Akainu... I won't let you get away with this... huff What's going on? Where is everyone? Why have they all disappeared?"
Moria scanned his surroundings in confusion, finding the ice field completely deserted except for a few pirate ships frozen in place.
As he staggered forward, he suddenly noticed a figure lying in a large crater ahead.
"A dead man?"
Struggling closer, Moria bent down for a better look—and froze in shock.
"Hawkeye?!"
There in the icy pit lay Mihawk, covered in blood, seemingly tossed aside carelessly by someone.
It was unclear whether he was still alive.
Moria reached out with a massive hand, hauling Hawkeye from the pit and holding him up for inspection.
"Huh? He was barely breathing, but not completely dead yet. Kishishishi... Hmm?"
Abruptly, Moria's bloated body stiffened.
His breathing grew heavier as his enormous eyes fixated on the unconscious swordsman, his face twisting into a grotesque mask of greed.
"Hawkeye's shadow... If I cut it out and implant it into a powerful body, wouldn't I gain control over the world's greatest swordsman's combat power? Kishishishi... But where's Hogback run off to? Where would I even find a suitable vessel?"
Moria giggled foolishly for a moment before furrowing his brow.
Suddenly, he slapped himself hard across the face.
"Moria, you idiot! Hawkeye's own body is already the ultimate vessel! I don't need to search anywhere else! I just need to... kill Hawkeye first? No, no—if he dies, the shadow loses its vitality and won't retain his former strength. Then... cut the shadow first? But if I do that and Hawkeye survives, reattaching it would make all this pointless. Taking his shadow then killing him won't work either—shadows vanish when their owners die. Kishishishi... My brain can't handle this..."
In the distance, Ben Beckman raised an eyebrow as he observed Moria's towering figure standing motionless on the ice, head bowed like a hulking demonic shadow.
The warlord had been frozen in place for an unusually long time, his intentions unclear.
Beckman had originally intended to return to Shanks' side, but then he witnessed the Oro Jackson soaring into the sky, followed by the meteor shower and Caesar's astonishing transformation into a Kunpeng that swallowed the falling celestial rocks whole.
Just as he considered pursuing the Oro Jackson, Beckman's thoughts turned to Hawkeye Mihawk.
The last time he'd seen the swordsman, Hawkeye had been dangling midair in Luffy's grip while Garp bombarded them with relentless attacks.
At that moment, Hawkeye had been bleeding profusely, clutched in Garp's iron grasp.
Beckman vaguely recalled that at some point, Garp had lost patience and simply dropped Mihawk from the sky.
This memory was why Beckman had lingered on the ice field, searching for any sign of the legendary swordsman.
After an extensive search yielded nothing, Beckman's attention returned to the motionless Moria.
"What's this oaf doing standing around like an idiot?" he muttered, brow furrowing.
Suddenly!
Beckman's pupils contracted.
He watched as Moria produced enormous scissors in one hand while dangling a tiny figure in the other, giving it a few shakes.
A dark shadow emerged from beneath the miniature person's feet, writhing desperately in Moria's grasp as it struggled to break free.
Holding the shadow firmly, Moria extended his scissors towards its legs.
"Kishishishi! Hawkeye, I'll be taking your shadow now!"