Vivi, the princess of Alabasta, and Robin, the former vice president of Baroque Works—
two women who once stood on opposite sides—had now set aside their differences to fight side by side as comrades of Fairy Tail.
Their opponent: the Seraph Crocodile, a weapon modeled after the real Crocodile himself.
"Everything Grows!"
Robin moved first.
With a graceful motion of her hands, an overwhelming surge of vitality spread across the battlefield.
Hidden seeds buried deep within the ground awakened.
Under the radiance of her green magic, they broke through the earth, twisting and curling upward in a storm of vines that grew higher with each passing heartbeat—
forming a living forest.
But the Seraph Crocodile—also known as S-Scrocodile—did not retreat or evade.
As Robin's magic swept forward, he simply pressed a hand against the ground.
In that instant, his body merged seamlessly with the terrain.
With a low rumble, thick stone walls erupted from the ground, blocking the rising forest.
The vines crashed against the walls, writhing and coiling, but couldn't advance any further.
Yet, above the wall, a single glowing sphere of vines hung suspended, gleaming with emerald light.
The Seraph Crocodile looked up, curious—
and at that very moment—
"Cancer!"
A dazzling flash burst from within.
Vivi shot forth from the glowing sphere, clad in her Cancer Star Spirit Armor, twin blades gleaming in her hands.
She launched herself like an arrow released from its bow, blades slicing through the air faster than lightning.
The twin strikes landed with perfect precision—
but when the dust settled, the Seraph Crocodile stood completely unharmed.
Vivi froze, disbelief flashing in her eyes.
"W–What? How… how is that possible?"
Robin's sharp gaze narrowed. "Just as I thought. Like King, one of the Lunarians from the Beasts Pirates. When the flames on their backs are burning, their defenses are almost invincible. It's a trait of the Lunarian race—the so-called 'Clan of Gods.'"
Vivi clenched her fists.
"Don't panic," Robin encouraged, her tone calm but firm. "Stay focused. There's always a weakness—find it."
Vivi nodded, steadying her breath and readying her stance once more.
Meanwhile, not far away—
"Waaah! Waaah!"
Luffy's pained shouts echoed as he stumbled across the battlefield, dodging frantically.
His opponent—Little Moria, or Seraph S-Bat—grinned wickedly.
"Hee hee hee! Flying bats!"
With a cackle, the clone activated the Shadow-Shadow Fruit replication, unleashing a cloud of black bats made entirely of shadow.
The swarm screeched through the air, biting and tearing at Luffy from every direction.
"Luffy!"
Ace and Sabo both called out anxiously.
Luffy gritted his teeth, waving them off. "I'm fine! Don't worry about me—just focus on your fights!"
Despite the odds, his spirit burned undiminished as he faced the blazing shadow clone head-on.
Across the battlefield, the original Gekko Moria scowled.
"Not only my face… but even my Devil Fruit ability has been copied. How irritating."
Still, a dark chuckle escaped him.
"Strange… I have no personal grudge against the Straw Hat boy, but watching him get smacked around by my clone… it's oddly satisfying."
Elsewhere, another battle raged—
the Little Doflamingo, Seraph S-Flamingo, faced Nami.
Nami hesitated, shaking her head furiously. "No way, I can't! Even if he's Doflamingo, he still looks like a child—I can't fight a kid!"
Her hands trembled. No matter how dangerous he was, she couldn't bring herself to strike.
But S-Flamingo had no such hesitation.
He lifted his hands, fingers twitching—
the replicated String-String Fruit activated, and razor-sharp threads condensed into gleaming spears that shot straight toward her.
"!!!"
Before the deadly attack could hit, a blur of pink flashed across the battlefield.
Rebecca dashed in, grabbing Nami just in time and pulling her clear.
"Nami! Are you hurt?" she asked urgently.
Nami shook her head, still catching her breath. "I'm fine—thank you, Rebecca!"
Rebecca gave a firm nod. "You've already helped us before, Nami. This time, leave Doflamingo to us!"
At her words, Violet stepped forward, her expression cold and resolute.
Beside her, Koala and the tiny Princess Mansherry joined in, faces set with grim determination.
All of them had one thing in common—
they were victims of the Donquixote Family.
For Rebecca, Violet, and Mansherry, the scars ran deep.
And for Koala—once turned into a toy by Doflamingo's subordinates—
this was personal.
This battle was no longer about the Marines, the Seraphim, or even the world government.
This was a fight of destiny.