Location: Stormrise Archipelago – Spinecliff Watch
The sea had fallen silent.
Too silent.
Toni stood beside Kael at the edge of the broken cliff where ancient stone altars overlooked the ocean trench called The Abyss Tongue. Wind blew, but the waves were still.
Roger, Rayleigh, and the rest of the crew waited further back, unsure of what lay ahead.
Kael narrowed his eye.
"She's coming."
🌊 The Beast from Before Time
The sea cracked.
Not rippled—cracked—like a sheet of glass underfoot.
From the depths rose a body so massive, even Sea Kings fled in panic. A ridge of volcanic-black scales crested the water, taller than the Oro Jackson's mast. A single eye the size of a ship blinked open—slitted, violet, and ancient.
And then came the roar.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHHHHH—!!"
The very sky split with the force.
Draugnir, the Leviathan Who Remembers Nothing, had awakened.
🔥 Immediate System Update
System Alert:
Class: Void-Eater Leviathan – Draugnir
Status: Awakened
Aura: Suppression Field Active
Myth Energy: Interference Detected
Observation Haki: Nullified
Warning: Combat in this region will cause Memory Drift
Toni's knees buckled from the pressure. The world seemed to bend sideways, memories flickering in and out—he saw Shanks as a child, as an old man, as a corpse, all in the same breath.
"This… thing eats what we are."
Kael pulled out a broken sword from a leather tube.
"She'll devour your history if you let her."
"But I am history," Toni whispered.
⚔️ The First Strike – Toni vs. Draugnir
Toni leapt high, twin swords drawn. His Observation Haki failed, but his instincts guided him. He struck a glancing blow along the beast's side—
—And suddenly forgot his name.
His mind collapsed for a second.
Roger's voice cut through the haze.
"TONI!!"
He shook it off, barely.
System Alert:
Name Anchor Stabilized – System Core Identified
Emergency Activation: Pact Trigger – Kael the Beast Slayer
New Skill Unlocked: Leviathan Sever – Phase One
🌀 New Form: Leviathan Sever – Phase One
Toni's blade shone with pale green flame—the remembrance of what should not be forgotten. His form split slightly in the air, creating afterimages that struck from multiple timelines.
"You erase memories...
Then let me carve them back in."
He roared—
Form XI: Oathbladed Fang!
One slash. Then another. Then a third echo, delayed by half a second—but all struck the same nerve of the beast's hide.
The Leviathan shrieked and dove into the sea, tail crashing into the cliffside. Half the island shattered.
Kael caught Toni before he hit the ground.
"She's retreating for now."
🌫️ Interlude: In the Wake of a God
Roger approached. "You cut her."
Toni stood slowly. "No… I reminded her she could bleed."
Kael looked up at the sky.
"This was only her waking breath. Next time, she'll rise completely."
Toni clenched his blade.
"Then next time… I'll be ready to end her."
📜 System Update – Post Battle Panel
System Panel – Updated (After Leviathan Battle 1)
Name: Toni
Age: 14
Title(s): Mythblade Wielder, Bound Hunter of the Depth
⚔️ Primary Style: Dual Sword – Mythblade Memory Forms
✅ Current Forms Unlocked: I–XI
✅ Pact: Kael the Beast Slayer
✅ Weapon State: Mythblade (Eternal Remembrance – Phase I)
✅ Status: Minor Memory Corruption (Stable)
🌀 New Skill:
– Leviathan Sever – Phase I
A three-slash form that echoes across memory, bypassing time-based regeneration. Temporarily stabilizes identity during Void-Eater encounters.
🔓 Locked Abilities:
– Leviathan Sever Phase II
– Conqueror's Haki (Awakening Pre-Condition: Encounter with Injustice at Sea)
– Myth Trial: Timecutter's Final Blade (Requires all Fragments and Soul Recognition)
🎇 Final Scene: The Message from the Sea
That night, as the Oro Jackson floated near the edge of the shattered archipelago, a bubble of water rose from the ocean—inside it, a glowing ancient glyph.
Toni touched it.
It whispered in a voice older than the world:
"The One Who Remembers has awakened."
"Now… so shall those who were forgotten."
Roger looked grim for the first time in days.
Rayleigh whispered,
"So it begins—the war of memory and void."
And Toni?
He stood alone on the deck, wind in his hair, blades humming with ancestral echoes.
He was ready.