5-The Drums of Liberation

Chapter 5: The Drums of Liberation

(The fall of Valyria was never explained in the original work, I thought it would make a great addition to the story, please give reviews on the story😁😁)

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The air in Valyria was suffocating with tension as the relentless Drums of Liberation pounded through the streets. The sound came from everywhere and nowhere, an ethereal rhythm that pulsed like the heartbeat of an angry god. It wasn't just a noise—it was a presence. Every beat reverberated in the bones of Valyria's people, shaking their pride, their arrogance, and, most of all, their sense of invincibility.

As the sun blazed hotter in the sky, the shadows it cast were swallowed in golden fire, painting the world in hues of gold and red. The light that had once nurtured their civilization now bore down on them like the gaze of a celestial judge.

The once-proud nobles, who had believed they ruled the earth with their dragons and magic, stood in stunned silence. Their robes, usually spotless and grand, clung to their bodies, drenched in sweat. Panic had taken hold of even the strongest among them. They gathered in the central square, their voices rising in fearful whispers, grasping for any semblance of control.

"The Sun God," a trembling noble stammered, his eyes wide with terror. "The myths... they are true."

Around them, the dragons—the very symbol of Valyrian power—shifted uneasily. Their scales, usually glimmering in the sunlight, seemed to dull under the oppressive heat. They roared in agitation, their instincts warning them of a power far greater than anything they had ever encountered. The sky, once theirs to command, now seemed foreign and hostile.

One by one, the dragons flapped their great wings, but they did not rise. They shifted restlessly, hissing and growling in frustration, unable to escape the weight of the godly presence pressing down on them.

"The mighty dragons, once striking fear into everyone's hearts, now seemed akin to house lizards in front of the Sun God."

The city of Valyria, long a bastion of arrogance and unchallenged might, was now gripped in terror. The streets, once full of life and pride, were a chaotic storm of panicked footsteps and desperate cries. Nobles ran without direction, their minds shattered by the sheer enormity of what was happening. Guards who had once laughed at the suffering of slaves now threw down their weapons, powerless in the face of an event they couldn't comprehend.

"Ready the dragons!" a nobleman screamed in a voice that broke from the strain of terror. "We have to—"

But even he stopped, realizing the futility of his words. The dragons—those creatures of fire and wrath, capable of turning armies to ash—were useless. Nothing could protect them from what was coming.

At the center of the chaos, Aria, the young slave girl whose desperate prayer had sparked all of this, stood frozen. The heat had become unbearable, and yet she didn't move. She couldn't. Her eyes, still red from tears, were now locked on the sky.

The jailer, the brute who had raised his whip to end her life, was trembling now. His whip lay forgotten at his feet, and his once-cruel eyes were filled with nothing but fear. He had lived his entire life relishing in his power over the weak, but now, with the sun bearing down on him, he felt smaller than he ever had before.

He took a step back, his body drenched in sweat. "W-what is this...?" he muttered, though he already knew. "What... have we done?"

And then, the sky itself seemed to split open.

With a deafening roar, the sun flared to life, brighter and hotter than ever before. The Drums of Liberation grew louder, faster, until the very air throbbed with their rhythm. It was as if the heart of the universe had awakened, and its beat now matched the fury of the one descending from the heavens.

From the burning heart of the sun, Luffy emerged, colossal in size, his body wreathed in flames that crackled with divine energy. His form, once that of a carefree pirate, had now taken the shape of a god—massive, muscular, and terrifying in its grandeur. His skin shimmered like molten gold, his eyes wide and filled with rage, and his hair flowed like liquid fire. Every inch of him exuded power—ancient, wrathful, and unstoppable.

He hovered in the sky, towering over Valyria, his massive frame dwarfing the tallest towers. His very presence was a storm of light and heat, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him for long. His fists were clenched, radiating the burning energy of the sun, and his wild grin, once playful, now seemed like the grim smile of judgment.

The city, the empire, the world—it all seemed small beneath him. In that moment, every person in Valyria knew they were standing in the presence of something far beyond their comprehension. Something that could wipe them from existence with a thought.

Terror gripped the noblemen, their arrogance shattered into a million pieces. Some fell to their knees, clutching their robes as they prayed to gods they had never believed in before. Others screamed orders to soldiers, to dragons, to anyone who might save them—but their words were empty.

A dragonlord, one of Valyria's most powerful, trembled as he tried to command his mount, but the creature, sensing the vast power before it, refused to move. Its massive eyes were wide with primal fear, its wings twitching uselessly at its sides. All the might of Valyria, all their dragons, were nothing before the being that now floated in the sky.

"The Sun God... He's real!" one noblewoman shrieked, clutching her pearls as if they could somehow protect her. "We are doomed! All of us!"

From the palace balconies, the High Council of Valyria looked down in stunned silence, their faces pale with dread. For centuries, they had ruled with the belief that their power was absolute, their magic and dragons unassailable. Now, with the Sun God looming above them, they realized how wrong they had been.

Meanwhile, the slaves had a different reaction. They fell to their knees, but not out of fear. Tears streamed down their faces as they gazed upon the god of their ancestors. This was the moment they had whispered about in secret for generations. The moment they had never truly believed would come.

Aria, the girl whose prayer had summoned this wrathful deity, watched in awe. Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear, but from the overwhelming hope that filled her soul.

---Luffy's Wrath---

High above, Luffy gazed down upon the city. His wide, fiery eyes took in the sight of Valyria—the gleaming towers, the sprawling palaces, the dragons, and the people. He saw it all. And he saw the suffering beneath it. The chains, the whip marks, the blood spilled for the pleasure of the powerful.

His grin faded, replaced by a look of pure, unbridled fury.

He stretched out one massive hand, and the sky above Valyria seemed to darken as his fingers curled into a fist. But this time, he would not need to strike with brute force. This was a wrath far beyond mortal means.

Luffy's entire form began to glow brighter, his body now radiating with the full intensity of the sun's divinity. The flames around him flickered and danced as the very air seemed to burn in his presence. Then, with a single, deliberate motion, he spread his hands wide, his palms open, and summoned forth the full power of the sun.

Golden flames erupted from his outstretched hands, cascading down toward Valyria like rivers of molten light. The flames twisted and writhed like living creatures, but they were not indiscriminate. These were no mere fires—they were the sun's judgment.

The Judgment Begins

The flames avoided the slaves, the innocents, wrapping them in a protective warmth as they fell to the ground in awe and relief. But the nobility, the slavers, the oppressors—they were not spared. The golden fire swept over them, consuming their wealth, their pride, and their power in an instant. Towering structures that had stood for centuries were reduced to ash in seconds, and the mighty dragons, those once-mighty beasts of terror, screamed as their scales blistered and burned under the heat of divine judgment.

The nobles who had spent their lives basking in power and cruelty were now nothing but silhouettes against the brilliant blaze, their screams drowned out by the roar of the sun's wrath.

The Drums of Liberation stopped, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to hold its breath. Luffy floated in the sky, his massive form bathed in divine light, and Valyria—once the most powerful empire in the world—burned beneath him.