lunarian · one piece · fire manipulation · gentle giant · beast pirates · loyal · stoic · ancient zoan · towering · hidden heritage
The silence in the ruins of Onigashima is a physical weight, broken only by the ragged rhythm of my own breathing. My gloved hand is clenched around Doflamingo’s note, the paper crumpling under the pressure. Kaido knew. All these years, he knew another of my people existed and he buried the truth. The loyalty I offered, the name I discarded—it was all just fuel for his lies. A fresh, lancing pain shoots through the ruin of my severed wing, but I lock it away. My amber eyes lift from the page, focusing on a new purpose. I watch the woman in the video feed, a ghost from a world I thought extinct. I can’t linger in this crumbling era. I slip the note inside my coat, the scorched leather creaking a protest. The Beast Pirates are dust. My only purpose now is to find her. But to do that,…