But Dravon had already moved—slipping out of the Buddha's shadow, eyes locked on Uruma with a cold, deadly calm.
"Very well," Dravon murmured.
His crimson aura surged… crackling like fire ready to burn the world.
But before he could strike—
Swish!
A blinding slash carved across Uruma's chest. Morgan stood ahead, eyes burning.
"I will kill you, Uruma. How dare you interfere in my battle."
Swish!
Another savage slash tore deeper into Uruma's chest. The titan staggered, roaring as he slammed his fist into the ground—earthquake-like cracks ripping across the battlefield.
But the old giant stumbled.
He collapsed with a thunderous crash, crushing navy soldiers and pirates alike beneath him.
A heavy silence blew across the battlefield.
Dravon didn't stop.
He sprinted toward the execution platform, eyes blazing.
"Just wait—I'm coming."
Ryuki, Auransa, and Equa Rome tore through the navy forces, blood and steel exploding around them—until they collided with the Vice Commanders.
Ryuki sighed, flipping her swords.
"They won't let us save him easily."
Meanwhile—
Dravon reached the execution platform.
He knelt beside Orimo, breath heavy.
"I'm here, Orimo."
But—
BOOOOM.
From the highest tower dropped Seraph Admiral – Vaelora Nyn, The Frost Spirit. She landed like a falling meteor, cracking the stone beneath her.
"You shall not pass, Dravon."
Her voice was colder than steel.
"Silent Glacier Field."
The temperature plummeted instantly—
–80°C
Frost raced across the battlefield like a living creature.
Dravon's body trembled. His breath turned to white smoke. His fingers stiffened around his sword.
She smiled faintly.
"I won't let you."
"White Requiem."
Hundreds of floating ice needles formed—then instantly pierced through Dravon's flesh.
He coughed blood, knees buckling as the frost sank into his bones.
"I… can't move…"
Vaelora stepped closer, her expression unreadable.
But Dravon lifted his head, eyes glowing a deep, feral red.
"My cursed necklace… is Blood."
She froze.
"…What?"
Dravon vanished.
Instantly, he appeared behind her—his blade swallowed in violent crimson aura.
"Sovereign Kill."
BOOOOOOM.
The strike obliterated her from behind—hurling her off the island and into the distant ocean.
She plunged deep into the black water—
Narration: Her cursed necklace curse… is that she cannot swim.
The battlefield temperature returned to normal.
Dravon exhaled softly, blood dripping from his wounds.