Revolutionary Army Headquarters

Ten days later.

New World, White Island Baltigo.

This island, shrouded in mystery, is the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army.

In the dimly lit conference room, a bald man wearing a black feathered coat stood at attention, his expression stern. A strange, beak-like megaphone extended from his mouth—a signature look of Callas, the commander of the Northern Army of the Revolutionary Army, also known as "The Crow."

Before him sat a man whose presence dominated the room. He wore a dark green coat, his face marked by square tattoos and a perpetually grim expression. This was Monkey D. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army.

"Callas," Dragon began, his voice deep and measured. "What's the status of the Northern Army's operations?"

Callas hesitated before answering, his tone somber. "Things were progressing well. We were on the brink of liberating the Kingdom of Frogs... but Germa 66 intervened. They annihilated one of our units and left the kingdom in ruins."

"Germa 66..." Dragon's brows furrowed, his hand curling into a fist. "Once again, they show their true colors. Their unholy alliance with the World Government allows them to act without consequence. And now they target us."

Callas nodded solemnly. "By the time I arrived, they were already gone. Their speed and precision were unmatched."

After a moment of tense silence, Dragon dismissed him. "Rest for now. You'll return to the North Blue at first light. We need your leadership there."

"Understood, Chief." Callas saluted and exited the room.

As he stepped outside, a Revolutionary Army soldier ran toward him, his face pale with urgency.

"Commander Callas!" the soldier panted. "A large ship is approaching!"

"A large ship?" Callas asked, his brow furrowing. "Just one?"

"Yes, sir."

"There's no need to trouble the leader with this. I'll handle it myself," Callas said firmly. "Lead the way."

The soldier hesitated. "But—"

"But what?" Callas snapped. "You think the leader has time for every minor disturbance?"

Swallowing his words, the soldier led Callas toward the beach.

When they arrived, Callas's eyes widened in disbelief. Anchored offshore was a warship of monstrous proportions, dwarfing any vessel he had ever seen.

"You call that a ship?" he exclaimed, turning to the soldier.

"Sir, I tried to report earlier, but you—"

"Enough excuses! Alert the leader immediately!" Callas barked, shoving the soldier aside.

As the soldier scurried away, muttering curses under his breath, Callas spread his black feathered coat, which transformed into wings. With a powerful beat, he ascended into the sky, determined to confront the intruder.

On the deck of the massive warship, Finn observed the approaching figure with mild annoyance.

He sighed, stepping onto the deck and leaping into the air to meet Callas.

"Who are you?" Callas demanded, his tone sharp and defensive.

"I'm here to see Sabo," Finn replied coolly.

Callas's eyes narrowed. "Sabo? How do you know that name?"

Finn's expression remained calm. "Don't waste my time. Go and tell him I'm here."

"We have no one named Sabo here," Callas lied, his tone laced with suspicion.

Finn's patience wore thin. "I'm not in the mood for games. I'm Finn, commander of the Marine Independence Battalion. Call Sabo now."

Hearing the word Marine, Callas stiffened. His mind raced. If this man were truly Marine, then the Revolutionary Army's headquarters was compromised.

"You're not leaving here alive," Callas growled, summoning his Devil Fruit powers. His black wings disintegrated into a swarm of energy crows that charged at Finn.

Finn smirked. "Interesting."

With a flick of his wrist, an ethereal sword appeared in his hand. "Immortal Sword Technique: Triple Wave Strike!"

Three waves of cascading energy erupted from Finn's blade, colliding with the black crows. Callas sneered, confident his crows were invulnerable. But to his shock, they dissolved into energy fragments upon contact with the sword waves.

"Impossible!" Callas gasped.

Before he could react, Finn appeared before him in a blur, his fist crashing into Callas's face with devastating force.

Callas plummeted to the ground, creating a crater upon impact. Coughing up blood, he struggled to move as Finn descended gracefully, his expression icy.

"You lied to me and attacked without cause," Finn said, his voice cold. "I should teach you a lesson."

Just as Finn raised his hand to strike, a powerful gust of wind blew between them. The air pressure coalesced into a barrier, forcing Finn to step back.

"That's enough," a calm yet commanding voice said.

Finn turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows. It was Monkey D. Dragon.

"Finn," Dragon said, his tone measured. "Why have you come to our headquarters?"