That night, the atmosphere in the Revolutionary Army's former base was heavy with grief. Betty wept silently in her room, while Robin sat beside her, offering quiet comfort.
Robin wasn't as broken as Betty — after all, she had only joined the Revolutionary Army two months ago. But Betty had spent years there. For her, this was more than an army — it was her home. And now, that home was gone.
Her comrades, her leader... her entire world had been erased in a single night.
When Elior entered the room, Betty froze. What she felt wasn't hatred — it was fear. A deep, paralyzing fear born from the overwhelming power he carried.
Elior's cold gaze swept across the room before he turned away.
"Rest. The world has changed tonight — and so will all of you."
He left them with those words, a quiet reminder that their fates now belonged to him.
Meanwhile, across the seas, the world began to tremble. At World Economy News Paper, Morgans received a direct transmission from Crocodile.
"What did you just say!?" Morgans shouted, nearly dropping his Den Den Mushi.
"The Revolutionary Army… wiped out? And Dragon — dead? By Elior's hand!?"
He rushed to his office, feathers ruffled and mind racing. Within the hour, the presses roared to life, printing the most explosive headline since Whitebeard's death:
"THE REVOLUTIONARY ARMY ANNIHILATED! DRAGON FALLS TO THE YONKO ELIOR!"
Morgans trembled as he read the words aloud.
"The World Government hunted Dragon for decades… and couldn't even find his base. Yet Elior destroyed it in a single night. What a monster…"
By dawn, Elior and his crew had returned to the New World — to their dominion known as Paradise Island.
Among them was a new figure: Nico Robin.
Her eyes, once sharp with defiance, were now dim with resignation. She had been told she would never return to the Straw Hat Pirates. What she didn't know was that Elior had already set his sights on the Straw Hats themselves.
That night, in the quiet of Wano's rebuilt palace, Elior met with Hiyori. The moonlight fell softly over her as she approached him with a calm smile.
"Do you still hate me?" Elior asked, half amused.
Hiyori shook her head gently.
"No. I finally understand. Power rules this world… and you stand above it."
Her sincerity surprised him. She had truly changed — no longer the fragile princess of Wano, but a woman awakened to the harsh reality of the seas.
Elior smiled faintly. "You're stronger than before."
"Stronger?" she blinked, confused. "Lately, I can feel… energy flowing inside me."
He touched her hand, and a faint crimson light pulsed between them.
"I've given you a gift — the power of the wind fruit. You'll learn to command the storm itself."
Hiyori gasped as the power coursed through her veins — wind swirling around her fingertips.
"This… this is incredible!"
"It's a shield," Elior said. "For the next time I'm not there to protect you."
Tears filled her eyes, but she smiled through them.
"Then I'll make sure I'm strong enough to fight by your side, my lord."
Outside, the world was in chaos. The news of Dragon's death had already reached every corner of the seas.
The era of the Revolutionary Army was over —and the age of Elior had begun.