Much later...
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Roger and Golden Lion have met in the Edd War Sea in the New World!" a member of the intelligence department shouted, rushing to deliver the urgent news.
A high-level meeting was underway in Marine Headquarters.
"Hah! Sengoku, this is my chance," Garp said with a booming laugh, standing up immediately.
"Sit down, Garp, I'm not finished speaking!" Sengoku barked, slamming his palm on the table.
"You haven't finished, but I've already heard what I needed," Garp replied, walking toward the door with his usual carefree grin.
"Garp!" Sengoku's shout echoed, but the door closed behind him with a bang.
The room was heavy with silence. Gathered were the Marine's finest—Sengoku, Tsuru, Zephyr, Kuzan, Borsalino, Sakazuki, and multiple Vice Admirals. Everyone knew: Roger and Shiki clashing was an event that could reshape the New World.
Sengoku's voice was grave. "I will personally head to the New World. If there is even the slightest chance of an alliance between them, we must stop it."
He looked at Zephyr next. "You will lead a Buster Call fleet. Your sole mission is to prevent Whitebeard from interfering. If he does not make a move, then you will not provoke him. Do you understand?"
The order weighed heavily. Even with ten warships, tens of thousands of elites, and five Vice Admirals, Sengoku still warned restraint—because against Whitebeard, even that might not be enough.
Meanwhile, striding through the corridors, Garp was already planning his own entrance. "Vice Admiral, you refused another promotion again, huh?" Kuzan asked from behind, admiration in his tone.
"To stay free, you don't need rank, lad," Garp laughed, ignoring Tsuru's glare as she caught up.
By the time Sengoku's flagship was departing, Garp was already onboard despite protests. "Don't worry, Sengoku, the credit's all yours!" he laughed, hands on his hips, while Sengoku seethed.
New World – Edd War Sea....
Storm clouds churned overhead as the Oro Jackson faced the overwhelming might of the Flying Pirates' armada.
"Captain Roger! Let's just surrender!" Buggy screamed, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Shanks only laughed, patting him on the shoulder. "Relax, Buggy. You're basically unkillable anyway."
"There are still plenty of ways to die, you fool!" Buggy wailed, running to Crocus for backup—only to be crushed by the doctor's reassurance that Roger was in top form.
On the opposite side, aboard a massive ship crowned with a golden lion's head, Shiki the Golden Lion laughed, his mane whipping in the storm.
"Join me, Roger. With my fleet and the weapon you know of, we can rule the world together!" he declared, extending his hand.
Roger's grin was fearless. "Rule the world? No thanks. I'll do things my way, or not at all."
Shiki's smile vanished, replaced by killing intent. Above, entire floating islands loomed ominously, suspended by his Devil Fruit power. "Then you die here!"
At that instant, the Oro Jackson's main cannon fired, sinking one of Shiki's ships. The sea exploded with chaos.
From a safe distance, Sengoku and Garp watched the clash of titans.
"Unbelievable… even from here, their Haki splits the heavens," Sengoku muttered, his tone grim.
"Hahaha! Just like old times, eh, Sengoku?" Garp roared with laughter, fists itching for action.
And elsewhere, the Moby Dick sailed—Whitebeard at its head. Oden's presence on Roger's crew meant Pops couldn't stay uninvolved. Yet before him stood Zephyr's Buster Call fleet, blocking the way.
"Gurarara! Zephyr, it's been a while!" Whitebeard laughed, bisento in hand, his presence shaking the sea itself...
Lightning split the sky as three forces loomed; Roger's dwindling but unbreakable crew, Shiki's overwhelming armada, and Whitebeard's rising shadow.
And high above, Conqueror's Haki clashed—dark red lightning splitting the heavens—as Roger and Shiki collided, their duel shaking the very world.
The Battle of Edd had begun.