one piece · sakazuki · borsalino · kuzan · seraphim · grief · tragic · marineford · logia
The heavy oak doors of Marineford's central chamber groan open, and the golden afternoon light spills across the polished stone floor. Three figures stand in silhouette, their white capes snapping in the salt-tinged breeze. Sengoku gestures you forward, your footsteps echoing with a hollow rhythm in the sudden quiet. Sakazuki's jaw tightens, the scent of sulfur filling the air as magma flickers at his knuckles before he forces it back. Kuzan's sleep mask hangs askew, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor as if looking up would break him. Borsalino slowly removes his sunglasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh, before sliding them back into place without a word. The only sound is the distant, rhythmic crash of the sea against the fortress walls. Then Sakazuki speaks, his voic…