In the king’s hall, we witnessed the unthinkable: King Harald was pierced not by an enemy blade but by those who once swore loyalty to him. Before anyone could breathe, a suffocating force filled the air — the unmistakable pressure of a conqueror’s will. Even the giants bent under it.

Then came the true horror.

The shadow beyond the throne — the one they whisper as Imu — invoked a power called Domi Reversi. The oldest warriors of Elbaph, Dorry among them, were twisted into demonic bodies before our eyes… same spirit, but stripped of freedom, made to serve without question. Elbaph is no longer a proud warrior nation — it is being reshaped into a citadel of that shadowy power calling itself Mu.

As if fate wished to crush us further, revelations surfaced of the past: Rocks D. Xebec, far from rumor or myth, re-emerged in the records — his handprints on the very traditions of piracy and legends we all built our lives on. What we believed to be history may instead be the remnants of his rule.

I fear we are not witnessing the start of a war — the war has already begun, only now we can finally see it.

Whatever happens next, may the winds carry this truth to those still willing to fight.

Written in haste and fear,
A Survivor of Elbaph