Silka smirked, her fingers extended, fingers pointed like a conductor of doom.
Silka: "Nobody breaks my Star Cage."
Inside the burning starlight… Arata grinned.
A grin that screamed exactly what he wanted.
With a swift motion, he slammed his fist against the cage. The impact wasn't just a strike—it was a shockwave of destruction. The island trembled violently, the winds howled like a storm unleashed, and the star cage shattered into blazing shards, raining light across the sky. Still holding his spear firmly, Arata's eyes gleamed with calculated fury.
Arata: "Oi, brat… Did you really think it would be that easy?"
He readied another punch, veins pulsing, aura flaring like molten lightning. But before he could strike, a familiar shadow blurred in front of him—Kenny had teleported in an instant.
Kenny: "Leave it to me."
Arata launched his attack, but Kenny's black hole shield activated instantly, a swirling vortex of darkness that devoured the raw force of the punch. The air around them bent unnaturally, almost as if reality itself protested the collision.
Arata: "You've gotten stronger."
Kenny: "Only enough to ensure you die someday."
Meanwhile, Silka's Star Cage magic flared again, this time aimed at Kyra Veilhaunt. A beam of burning starlight shot like a comet, freezing midair around Kyra.
Silka: "Hold it there!"
Kyra: "I'm dealing with the Navy. Not your circus."
Silka (grinning): "Oh… then that's fine."
The battlefield rumbled beneath them, waves crashing against the island, smoke spiraling from shattered ships, and sparks flying from weapons colliding. The Tremor Pirates and Ashveil Pirates faced off in a storm of power, energy, and chaos—the sea itself seeming to bend to the clash of titans.