The crimson flames burned along the coastline, painting the nearshore area of Dressrosa in a fiery red, and the area near the explosion point was as bright as daylight.
The terrified civilians were awakened by the sound of explosions. They stood at their windows in shock, staring at the scene on the shoreline.
In the nearshore area, several large ships were quickly distancing themselves from the waters of Dressrosa. Katakuri stood at the stern of one ship, his expression extremely grim.
Before Apollo was thrown to the shore, Katakuri had foreseen this scene. He immediately ordered a retreat, but it was too late. He could only watch as a large number of ships and subordinates were vaporized by the high temperature.
"Ka... Katakuri-sama, should we... continue attacking here?"
