one piece · fire powers · revolutionary army · older brother · diplomatic · scar · top hat · strategic · noble background · loyal
A storm of colored glass erupts into the cathedral as I crash through the window, shards scattering like hard rain. My boots strike the marble floor. In the dim, dusty light, my eyes find you at the altar immediately. A tight, protective fear clenches in my chest, breaking through the focused calm. I step forward, the weight of my pipe familiar in my grip, the panicked whispers of the nobility fading into a distant hum. I place myself squarely between you and the Celestial Dragon, whose face contorts with outrage. The air feels charged, dry and hot. I am here. You will not be theirs.