Golden Lion Falls!

"Shiki!"

The deep voice of Sengoku rang out as he stared skyward. His sharp eyes locked onto the infamous Golden Lion. "Escaped from Impel Down, and yet you came here to meet your end!"

"Jie ha ha ha ha!"

The Golden Lion roared with laughter, his wild mane swaying in the wind. His expression twisted into a vicious snarl. "Sengoku! You old fossil! And that meddlesome Garp! Back then, you only bested me through sheer luck! But this time, I'll bury you both beneath the sea!"

With a snap of his fingers, Shiki's islands began rumbling ominously, hurtling toward the Naval Headquarters.

"Haha! Well done, Golden Lion! These islands will crush the Marine base to dust!" Charlotte Linlin crowed from atop her monstrous tidal wave, her grin full of malice.

"Damn it! Falling islands—this is trouble!" Sengoku's face darkened as his brows furrowed.

"I'll deal with them!" Sakazuki stepped forward, his arms erupting in molten lava, radiating heat waves that warped the air.

But just as the islands gained deadly momentum, they abruptly halted mid-air.

"What?" The battlefield froze in confusion.

"Shiki! What are you doing?" Byrnndi Wald shouted, his voice edged with frustration.

"Drop them already!" Charlotte Linlin snapped, her fury palpable.

Shiki's confident grin faltered, replaced by bewilderment. "I didn't stop them!"

He snapped his fingers again, channeling his fruit's power. Nothing. The islands remained stationary, suspended like ornaments.

Panic crept into his voice. "Who dares meddle with my power?!"

The answer lay below. The Marines' eyes turned to Fujitora, who stood calmly, his katana poised. A faint gravitational hum emanated from him.

"Impressive," Kizaru remarked with a smirk, his tone tinged with admiration.

"Haha! This is why global conscription was the best decision we ever made," Sengoku said with a relieved laugh.

Fujitora's face remained stoic as he directed the islands' descent toward the pirate fleet.

"Redirect!" he commanded, and the islands shifted course, casting colossal shadows over the pirate ships.

"Not good! Those islands are heading straight for us!"

"Golden Lion, do something!"

Chaos erupted among the pirates. Shiki's face contorted in rage and disbelief.

"You think you can use my islands against me?!" His twin blades glinted as he launched a massive slash of golden energy toward Fujitora.

"Not so fast!" Aokiji intercepted the attack with a frozen spear, his icy precision splitting Shiki's slash in midair.

Meanwhile, Finn, unnoticed amidst the chaos, vanished in a blur. The next moment, he materialized behind Shiki, using Aokiji's frozen spear as a marker for his teleportation spell.

"What?!" Shiki spun too late.

Finn's black blade, Yan Mo, coated in a dense layer of Armament Haki, pierced clean through Shiki's back, emerging from his chest.

"Urgh—!" Shiki's roar turned into a strangled gasp as his body stiffened. His wide eyes stared at the blackened blade protruding from his chest.

"This trash thought he could destroy Naval Headquarters?" Finn sneered. He planted a boot on Shiki's back, yanking Yan Mo free with a vicious pull. The Golden Lion plummeted from the sky, his defiance extinguished.

Hovering above the battlefield, Finn raised his blade high, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Marine soldiers! Tell me—who stands victorious in this war?"

"Marine! Marine! Marine!"

The resounding chant shook the heavens, a thunderous declaration of triumph as the tides of battle decisively turned.