Rumble—!!!
Lightning crackled across the shattered ruins, heat and tearing wind twisting into a maelstrom of chaos.
Enel knelt upon scorched earth, arcs of electricity writhing over his body like living serpents. A twisted grin—part madness, part rapture—curled his lips.
Ding—
Suddenly, every sound sharpened into unbearable clarity:
—the trembling of storm clouds,
—the frantic pulse of distant soldiers,
—the surge of lightning through his own veins,
—the subtle vibrations of air itself…
Every heartbeat, every whisper of motion—palpable.
[Observation Haki: Mind Network — Initial Awakening]
BOOM!!
A storm of lightning erupted around him, his aura swelling to its zenith!
"Hahahaha!!!"
"These are the ears of a god!!"
"Witness it, mortal—true divine judgment!!"
Enel thrust his arms skyward, and from his fingertips blazed a cataclysmic storm.
[Ten Thousand Lightning Strike: Lightning-Speed Piercing Fang]!
His form dissolved into a vortex of golden-blue lightning, rocketing toward Ronan—who hung suspended in the air like a specter untouched by gravity.
But Ronan only lifted his gaze, cold and unshaken.
Advanced Observation Haki — Released!
Whoosh!
An invisible domain unfurled around him—a perceptual lattice finer than spider silk. Within it, Enel's heartbeat, the arcs of his lightning, the trajectory of every strike—all unfolded in deliberate, crystalline slow motion.
Ronan controlled the very breath of the sky.
With a mere tap of his toe, the air beneath him imploded—then detonated.
[Explosive Pressure Step: Flowing Shadow Flash]!
BOOM!
Shockwaves bloomed in every direction, scattering afterimages like shattered glass.
Ronan became a black meteor—sliding, flickering, vanishing—moving faster than even lightning could trace.
Enel roared, lashing out with divine fury… and struck only empty air.
"What…?!"
He heard Ronan's next step—knew it before it happened—yet his lightning could not graze him.
Lightning-Speed Sealing: Failed!
Desperate, Enel detonated his entire lightning field, unleashing a storm of interconnected bolts—golden chains meant to trap, burn, and erase.
RUMBLE!
The sky filled with a web of death.
But—
Ronan intervened.
[Counter-Pressure Shockwave: Detonation]!
BOOM!!!
The air itself collapsed—then surged outward in a concussive ring, shattering Enel's lightning storm like glass under a hammer.
Layer by layer, the divine arcs unraveled, devoured by invisible pressure waves.
For the first time, true terror flickered in Enel's eyes.
"Air… can suppress lightning?!"
No time to ponder.
In the next instant—
Ronan moved.
His right fist sheathed in Armament Haki—black as obsidian, dense as collapsing stars—hummed with molten intensity. Currents of air spiraled around it like serpents awaiting command.
[Compressed Air Cannon: Armament Overdrive]!
BOOM!!!
The punch didn't just strike—it erased space between them.
Impact met chest.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Not metal—but the sound of reality buckling.
Enel's Thor form shattered like porcelain. His ribs caved inward; his body, aflame with electricity, catapulted backward like a fallen comet.
He tore through the White Sea, crashing into the ruins of the floating island with apocalyptic force.
BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions rippled outward. Arcs of lightning spat into the clouds. The sea of vapor trembled.
Silence followed—broken only by distant crackling embers.
But Ronan did not pause.
Hovering midair, he curled his right hand slightly. At his fingertips, a minuscule vortex of compressed air spun—silent, lethal, humming with latent annihilation.
[Finger Pistol: Skyrend Shot]!
Though the Six Powers' Finger Pistol originated with the Navy, Ronan had reshaped it—infused with the power of his Air-Air Fruit. Each thrust now launched not just a pressurized jab, but a collapsed air bullet: a needle-thin spear of vacuum capable of slicing steel and rupturing spatial cohesion.
BOOM!
In a blink, he stood before the ruins.
A flick of his finger.
Whoosh— SNAP!
A sonic lance tore through the sky—thin as thread, sharp enough to split cloud and stone alike.
The air itself screamed as it was ripped apart.
This strike pierced the precise spot in Enel's chest where his Logia transformation was still unstable—the one vulnerability in his otherwise untouchable lightning form.
Bang!!!
A miniature implosion erupted—not an explosion, but a violent collapse of displaced air and ionized energy!
Enel coughed up blood and hurtled backward, utterly defenseless.
Across the ruins, residual arcs of lightning flickered erratically, and the air buzzed with static.
Enel, his body scorched black, knelt on the shattered remnants of the white sea. His glow had faded; his limbs trembled uncontrollably.
He lifted his head. Through blurred vision, he saw a dark silhouette stepping through the dissipating smoke.
Ronan advanced with measured steps, his Marine coat flaring in the wind, its tattered edges snapping like banners of judgment. To all who watched, he appeared not as a man—but as death incarnate, striding through a sky torn asunder.
Behind him, the Sky Island fell into absolute silence.
Ronan looked down, his eyes glacial, distant—as cold as stars that had witnessed the birth and death of worlds:
"You can't even command the wind… and you dare claim dominion over the sky?"
"You call yourself a god?"
"…Pathetic."
His voice was quiet—yet it struck Enel's shattered ego like divine thunder.
Enel's fists clenched. Rage, shame, terror—they warred within him. But beneath it all surged something deeper: a raw, ravenous hunger.
A hunger for true power.
A hunger to become something more than a false deity in an empty heaven.
And in that instant—
BOOM!!!
[Conqueror's Haki]—Unleashed!
An invisible will, vast as the ocean and sharp as a blade, crashed down like the judgment of kings.
The sky split. The white sea surged.
Across the island—Angel Island soldiers, Shandian warriors, Enel's zealots, civilians, even Rett and his elite Marines watching from the distance—all collapsed to their knees. Only those with ironclad resolve remained standing.
Silence swallowed the world.
On the bow of his ship, Rett leaned against the railing, smirking.
"Tch… When the boss really lets loose, it's like nature itself bows."
Back on the ruins, Enel's body locked rigid. Cold sweat slicked his skin as his knees slammed into the broken cloudstone.
His heart hammered—not from pain, but from the sheer pressure of a will that refused to be denied.
He stared up at Ronan, pupils trembling, soul screaming—
[Kneel. Submit. Or perish.]
Ronan approached, his presence suffocating—like the embodiment of inescapable fate.
"Want to be a god?"
"Want to rule the sky?"
"Foolish."
"Out there—beyond these clouds—your 'Lightning' is a child's trick."
Enel's breath hitched; his eyes widened.
Ronan's next words were low, resonant—each one carving truth into bone:
"Listen well."
"On the Grand Line alone, there are thousands who could extinguish your lightning with a thought. Admirals. Emperors. Revolutionaries. Men who've toppled nations and rewritten history."
"You reign over peasants in paradise, and call it divinity?"
"That's not godhood. That's delusion."
Enel's face paled. His entire being shook.
Then, softer—but no less crushing—Ronan continued:
"But if you truly seek power…
If you want to rule not just skies, but seas, nations, destinies—
…then follow me."
"Absolute Justice doesn't coddle. It forges."
"Stay here, and you'll rot with this forgotten sky."
"Choose."
The air itself seemed to hold its breath.
Enel's nails dug into his palms until blood welled—but he felt nothing. Every illusion of grandeur, every boast of divinity, lay in ashes before the raw truth of power.
Slowly… painfully…
He lowered his head.
And pressed his forehead to the shattered white sea.
"…Yes, sir."
The words were hoarse—but absolute.
BOOM.
The last wisps of mist recoiled as if in reverence.
The future Thor—
—was born not in lightning… but in submission.
High above, Ronan stood with hands clasped behind his back, his silhouette cutting the sky like a blade of judgment.
Far below, Rett and his Marines snapped to rigid attention.
And somewhere beyond the clouds…
A new storm of justice began to gather.