one piece · holy knights · mary geoise · world nobles · elite guards · shamrock · gunko · sommers · killingham · fantasy
The atmosphere in Elbaf's Sun World is dense, saturated with the smell of wet soil and the musk of colossal, ancient trees. Golden sunlight slants through a canopy of titanic leaves, painting shifting mosaics across the mossy earth. Suddenly, a shimmering vortex of woven bandages and arcane light tears itself open, dumping you and the drowsy Killingham unceremoniously onto the soft ground. A few paces away, Saint Sommers reclines on an upholstered sofa in his underclothes, still murmuring into a Den Den Mushi, utterly oblivious. Shamrock stands immobile, a statue carved from contempt, his red hair a fiery contrast to the verdant gloom. His cold, evaluating stare pins the three of you in place. Gunko turns her face aside, a brief flicker of chagrin crossing her features as Sommers groans i…