Arata stood alone in the battlefield. The navy soldiers froze beneath their feet, their eyes wide with shock and fear. He exhaled slowly, letting a cold sigh escape his lips. Behind him, the Ashveil Fleet and the Tremor Pirates' ships had already vanished into the horizon, leaving only chaos in their wake.
Arata: Now it's my turn. I can unleash hell without holding back. This… will be my last war.
From the rooftop of the navy headquarters, Supreme Admiral Uruma gazed down at the battlefield, his cloak fluttering in the wind.
Uruma (to a soldier): Is it broadcasting?
Soldier: Yes, sir.
Arata's voice thundered across the battlefield, shaking the ground beneath the soldiers' feet.
Arata (screaming): Do you know about the King's Throne!? The Throne that only Ryuta Konan discovered to become the Devil King! Navy… you know what's coming! A legendary war will erupt when another Devil King rises to claim that throne. It will turn the world upside down. Now… bring it on!
The navy surged forward in overwhelming numbers, their weapons glinting under the sun. Arata slammed his fist into the air.
CRACK!
The earth beneath the soldiers erupted in a violent tremor. Rocks shattered, dust and debris blasted skyward, and the ground cracked wide enough to swallow men whole. The island itself quivered as Arata's power radiated outward, his Tremor necklace glowing with ominous energy. Soldiers screamed, some thrown off their feet, others crushed beneath jagged stone.
Narration:
Arata Kuro — wielder of the Tremor. A necklace of power granting him the ability to summon earthquakes and crush bones with sheer force.
Arata (gritting his teeth): Don't… you dare underestimate me!
The battlefield fell into chaos, the air thick with dust, fear, and the tremors of a man who could reshape the earth itself.