"Uranus has arrived!"
"My kingdom has suffered unprecedented devastation. This is nothing short of a massacre. My armies, my endless Animate Legion… nothing can stand against the absolute might of Uranus!"
"Island after island is plunging into the sea. The power of Edvishen is utterly helpless against the strength of the Sky Dragon. I can hear the agonized wails of my countless citizens!"
"The Will of D will never bow! As the ruler of the Gamas Kingdom, I, Gamas D. Hebrael, refuse to submit to those despicable scoundrels!"
"Even if I fall in battle, my son Selt will inherit the Will of D!"
"..."
With a solemn expression, Robin gently traced the surface of the Poneglyph before her. Feeling the heavy weight of time radiating from the cold stone monument, she deciphered the ancient script line by line, translating it aloud.
As Robin continued her translation, the text revealed itself to be a first-person account written by a king from the ancient Gamas Kingdom named Gamas D. Hebrael. The narrative unveiled a wealth of hidden lore.
His vivid depiction of the Ancient Weapon Uranus shed unprecedented light on the apocalyptic war that shook the world eight hundred years ago.
"This is incredible! This is a personal chronicle left behind by King Gamas D. Hebrael, and it explicitly describes the Ancient Weapon Uranus..." Robin's face flushed with intense excitement, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke.
"Gamas D. Hebrael? And his son Selt... that matches the name of the signatory on the ancient parchment, but why wasn't 'D' included there?" Listening to Robin's translation, Aeridar suddenly recalled the signature on the parchment scroll they had recovered. It hadn't contained the middle initial at all.
Why did Gamas Selt's father have 'D' in his name, while Selt did not?
Furthermore, the contents of this Poneglyph made it clear that the ancient Gamas Kingdom was utterly obliterated eight hundred years ago by the terrifying power of the Ancient Weapon Uranus. Their adversaries back then were undoubtedly the Twenty Kings who founded the World Government!
If that was the case, the owners and operators of Uranus were almost certainly the World Government itself.
Aeridar further surmised that the "National Treasure" Doflamingo had darkly hinted at in the past likely shared a deep, inextricable connection with Uranus. In fact, it was highly probable that Uranus, preserved across generations, still lay hidden deep within the shadowy recesses of the Holy Land, Mariejois.
Aeridar slowly lifted his left arm, his gaze turning solemn as he examined the black glove on his hand, Edvishen. He muttered to himself, "Is the power of Uranus truly that overwhelming? An endless Animate Legion, and it couldn't even serve as a decent roadblock?"
On second thought, however, it made perfect sense. When pitted against a terrifying Ancient Weapon, an Animate Legion created by Edvishen would amount to nothing more than cannon fodder.
Setting aside Uranus, whose exact parameters remained an unknown yet terrifying variable, neither Pluto, the worst battleship in history capable of vaporizing an island in a single volley, nor Poseidon, the Mermaid Princess who commanded the Sea Kings, were forces that mere animated constructs could ever hope to oppose.
"Does the text elaborate on the specific capabilities of Uranus, or provide any description of its physical form?" Aeridar asked in a deep voice.
"No," Robin replied, shaking her head. "Aside from mentioning its capacity for flight and its destructive output capable of sinking entire landmasses, it doesn't specify any other abilities. There is no description of what Uranus actually looks like."
Aeridar furrowed his brows, eyeing Robin with a mix of suspicion and belief, silently cursing the missed opportunity.
If the World Government indeed still held Uranus in their arsenal, failing to glean concrete intelligence on such a devastating weapon of mass destruction was a massive disappointment.
Having completed the translation of the Gamas Kingdom's artifact, Robin stepped over to the Poneglyph recovered from the sky island.
Because Aeridar had long since plundered the Skypiea Poneglyph and secured it within his subterranean vault, Robin had missed her chance to inspect it during the Straw Hat Pirates' adventure in the white-white sea.
As she read, Robin was deeply startled to discover that this specific Poneglyph recorded the precise location of another Ancient Weapon, Poseidon.
When coupled with the Alabasta Poneglyph, which detailed the Ancient Weapon Pluto, this vault effectively contained intelligence on all three legendary Ancient Weapons.
More incredibly, carved onto the golden pedestal supporting the Skypiea stone was an inscription left by none other than the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger himself. The discovery left Robin feeling that this dangerous venture had been entirely worthwhile.
Next, Robin approached the Poneglyph recovered from the legendary hoard of the "Skeleton King," Hyster Homans.
"I have commanded the Kozuki Clan to leave our mark upon these stones, ensuring that the sheer depravity of the World Government is preserved for future generations..."
This Poneglyph was left by a man named Derick. It detailed how he had commissioned the Kozuki Clan of Wano Country to engrave accounts onto indestructible stone blocks, leaving an indelible record for posterity regarding the vile machinations of the World Government. The text exposed historical atrocities, including large-scale slave trafficking, the systematic genocide perpetrated by the Celestial Dragons across the Red Line, and the bloody foundation of Pangaea Castle. It was, for all intents and purposes, the ultimate ledger of the World Government's darkest sins.
Should any single one of these historical truths be leaked to the public, it would deal a catastrophic blow to the legitimacy of the World Government.
The revelations left Robin completely dumbfounded, fundamentally shattering her remaining perceptions of the global authority. She had never imagined that during the Void Century eight hundred years ago, the World Government and the Celestial Dragons had committed atrocities of such a horrifying magnitude.
"Tsk tsk... Compared to the Celestial Dragons, we pirates look like absolute saints!"
Listening to Robin's translation, Aeridar shook his head repeatedly, clicking his tongue in disbelief. He hadn't expected that the Celestial Dragons of that ancient era would prove to be even more monstrous than their modern, degenerate descendants.
Yet, upon reflection, it was entirely logical. Eight hundred years ago was an era dominated by absolute tyranny and brutal slave systems. Driving slaves to construct monolithic empires, orchestrating mass slaughters, and offering blood sacrifices to false gods were standard practice in a savage age. The Celestial Dragons had simply operated on a far grander, more devastating scale than anyone else.
Finally, Robin turned to the last Poneglyph. This block had been dragged from the belly of Bonbori, the giant footballfish, while Aeridar was hunting for Pure Gold, discovered hidden deep within a dinosaur nest on a prehistoric island.
"I am guilty of a great sin!"
"To think I actually placed my trust in the words of that bastard Nefertari... Poseidon has suffered catastrophic damage. I am a traitor to the Will of D!"
"..."
As Robin translated the words, Aeridar's expression grew increasingly intrigued.
This monument was explicitly a letter of apology penned by a member of the D. Clan, structurally mirroring the legendary apology letter left by Joy Boy. It, too, explicitly referenced the Mermaid Princess, Poseidon.
Furthermore, the text explicitly named "Nefertari," the royal bloodline of the Kingdom of Alabasta, indicating that this individual was almost certainly the direct ancestor of the modern Alabasta royal family.
Though the author had omitted his own name, he laid bare his tragic history: he had been manipulated and deceived by Nefertari, resulting in the Mermaid Princess, Poseidon, being gravely wounded by their enemies, sealing an irreversible defeat for the Clan of D.
Several hours flew by as Robin systematically translated every Poneglyph in the chamber, including the contents of the two Road Poneglyphs.
Previously, Aeridar had possessed multiple Poneglyphs but lacked the means to comprehend them, while Robin possessed the rare capability to read the Ancient Language but lacked the historical monuments to practice her craft.
Through their shared arrangement, both had found exactly what they sought.
As the session drew to a close, Aeridar nodded in profound satisfaction, and a genuine smile graced Robin's lips. Both individuals left the subterranean vault feeling that they had walked away with an immense harvest of knowledge and power.