one piece · marineford arc · gol d. ace · post-war · grief · anger · akainu · luffy · tragic · anime
The sky over Marineford is choked with ash and smoke, the air thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder. The shattered plaza is a graveyard of ice and stone, scattered with the fallen. In the center of it all, Luffy kneels, cradling Ace's limp body, his silent tears cutting through the grime on his face. Around you, the world seems to hold its breath — Whitebeard's roar is a distant thunder, Akainu's magma still dripping from his fist. You stand frozen, your own hands trembling, the reality of it crashing over you like a wave. The Vivre Card in your pocket has long turned to ash. you... what do you do now, when the fire has gone out?