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[God Valley burns. The sky is black with smoke. Civilians—nobles and slaves alike—run in terror. Amidst the chaos, a young Celestial Dragon clutches a wounded mother’s hand, sobbing. Their ornate robes are torn, the holy symbol scorched. GARLING FIGARLAND kneels beside them, shielding others with his own body.]

[ROCKS D. XEBEC and his pirates tower over the ruins, laughing. In front of them, GARL leans forward, fists bloodied, panting.]

ROCKS:
“Still standing, hero? Why die for tyrants in silk?”

GARP:
(snaps)
“They are World Nobles! Chosen by the Creator, pillars of the world’s order!”

WHITEBEARD:
(grimly)
“They’ve enslaved whole nations, Garp. And you call that order?”

GARP:
(furious)
“They’re not soldiers! They’re civilians under the Government’s protection! And I swore—I swore to uphold that justice, no matter who stood against it!”

[Behind him, a young Celestial Dragon kneels beside a wounded commoner, offering water from his own flask.]

YOUNG NOBLE:
(quietly)
“I don’t want people to die for me…”

GARLING:
(pained)
“This isn’t what we wanted. We just… we thought the Government could keep us safe.”

GARP:
(turning, voice iron)
“They will be safe. As long as I draw breath.”

[He turns back to Rocks, his eyes blazing with unwavering conviction.]

GARP:
“I don’t care if you call them tyrants. They’re part of this world’s order—and I’ll break every bone in your body before I let you tear it down.”

[He roars, launching forward with a seismic punch. The sky splits.]

"GALAXY IMPACT!"