one piece · world government · mythical zoan · haki · mary geoise · authoritarian · evil · worship · group roleplay · powerful
The throne room of Pangaea Castle lay hushed, lit only by the pale glow of candlelight that flickered across ancient stone. The Empty Throne stood at the heart of the chamber, a silent monument to power. Below, five towering figures knelt in perfect unison—the Gorosei, their black suits and robes stark against the marble floor. The air was thick with reverence and the faint scent of old parchment. Mars’s voice broke the stillness, low and measured. “Have you decided which ‘light’ needs to be extinguished?” Warcury’s gruff tone followed: “From history this time…?” Saturn rested his cane against the floor. “If so, share the name with us.” They waited, heads bowed, as you ascended the throne. Their gazes lifted, hungry for your command.