Eternal winter: the rise of the imprisoned celestial dragon (dungeon)

(ok i made up my mind that in exgacne for a stronger dismantle Jinx rid of infinity unless he's about to die once a day)

The trio's descent from the sky was fast, the sea breeze whipping past their faces as the massive white figure of the Moby Dick grew rapidly closer. Jinx, Ace, and Jinbei hurtled downward, yet Jinx maintained his eerie composure, as if he were in total control of the situation. He had made Ace uneasy just moments before with his cold words, and now, Ace's mind churned with questions.

"Jinx!" Ace shouted over the rushing wind. "What's the meaning of all that? What did I—"

Before Ace could finish, Jinx's voice cut through like ice.

"Save your questions for when you've earned the answers, Ace," Jinx said, his tone as sharp as the blade at his side. "Right now, focus on the landing. Don't make me regret this."

As they neared the Moby Dick, Jinx's hand began to glow faintly with Foxfire energy, a mix of light and heat that enveloped the trio. In one smooth motion, he expanded the energy outward, creating a soft barrier that slowed their descent, cushioning their landing. The three landed lightly on the deck of the legendary ship, the surrounding crew frozen in shock.

The Whitebeard Pirates scrambled to surround them, weapons drawn and eyes wary. Ace's presence was enough to stop any immediate attacks, but their gazes quickly turned to Jinx, whose aura radiated something otherworldly—a potent mix of authority and danger.

"Commander Ace?" one pirate called, confusion evident in his voice. "Who is—"

"Stand down," Ace commanded, raising a hand. "He's with me."

Reluctantly, the crew lowered their weapons but didn't step back entirely. Their eyes remained fixed on Jinx, who seemed to assess each of them in turn with a dispassionate glance.

"He's…" Ace hesitated, glancing at Jinx. "...complicated. Let's just say we owe him for getting us out of Impel Down."

Jinx tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. " 'Complicated,' huh? I've been called worse." His voice was calm, yet carried a weight that seemed to silence any murmurs among the crew.

"Alright," Marco said cautiously, stepping closer, his blue phoenix tattoos faintly glowing as he prepared for any sudden moves. "You've helped Ace, but that doesn't mean we trust you. You've got a dangerous look about you, stranger."

Jinx raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint, mocking smile. "Dangerous? That's putting it lightly." His tone was almost amused. "But I didn't come here to make friends. I came here to make sure Ace doesn't waste the second chance I gave him."

"Second chance?" Marco repeated, narrowing his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Before Jinx could respond, a large figure emerged from the shadows of the upper deck. It was Whitebeard himself, his immense frame towering over everyone as he stepped forward with a measured, commanding presence.

"Enough," Whitebeard's voice boomed, silencing the crew instantly. His sharp eyes fell on Jinx, studying him intently. Despite the tension in the air, Whitebeard's tone remained calm. "You've caused quite a stir, stranger. And you speak of my son's second chance. Care to explain?"

Jinx crossed his arms and sighed, stepping forward slightly, his cold and calculating demeanor unwavering. "I suppose I should clarify before your crew jumps to more conclusions," he began, his tone even, but tinged with something deeper—something ominous.

He gestured at the icy mist subtly wafting off his body. "Thanks to my Devil Fruit, I'm more in tune with nature than 99% of this world. I don't just control elements; I feel them. I sense the ebb and flow of life and death, the balance of things around me. Every year on my birthday, my power surges—an exponential boost tied to my age. Those surges don't just strengthen me. They sharpen my perception. They let me see things: the present, the past, and sometimes…" He paused, his gaze hardening. "…the future."

The deck grew colder, the temperature reflecting the weight of his words.

Whitebeard's eyes narrowed slightly, though he remained silent, waiting for Jinx to continue.

"Five days from now," Jinx said, his voice dropping lower, laced with an edge that sent chills through the crew, "Ace is going to die."

The words hung in the air like a death knell, the weight of the statement shocking the crew into a stunned silence.

Jinx didn't falter. "He'll die saving his brother, Luffy, from Akainu. Ace's fire won't be enough to stop that bastard's magma. He'll freeze for a moment—hesitate—and that hesitation will cost him. Akainu will strike, and Ace will take the blow meant for his brother. Jimbei will step in, dragging Luffy away, but Akainu will target him next."

The mention of Jimbei protecting Luffy caused murmurs among the crew. Ace clenched his fists, his eyes wide with disbelief, but Jinx wasn't finished.

"And you…" Jinx turned his gaze to Whitebeard. "You'll be consumed by rage. You'll fight Akainu, and despite your illness slowing you down, you'll push him back. But then he'll get lucky." Jinx's expression darkened. "A chunk of your face will be blown off."

Gasps erupted from the crew, but Jinx's voice didn't waver. "Even then, your fury will drive you. You'll destroy Marineford, shake the world, and bring the Marines to their knees. Akainu will be barely clinging to life. But before you can finish him…" Jinx's eyes burned with intensity. "…Teach will show up."

"Teach?" Marco growled, his wings twitching as his phoenix flames flared faintly.

"Yes, your old crewmate," Jinx confirmed, his tone sharp. "With his new band of murderers from Level 6 of Impel Down, he'll ambush you. You'll be running on fumes, and he'll take advantage of it. He'll kill you, steal your Devil Fruit, and eat it for himself."

The weight of Jinx's words crushed the crew's initial disbelief, leaving behind shock and anger. Ace's hands trembled as his breathing quickened.

"That's ridiculous!" Ace snapped, his voice raw. "How do you know all this? You're lying!"

Jinx turned his cold gaze to Ace. "You think I'd waste my breath lying to you? I don't care if you believe me or not. This isn't about you." He shifted his attention back to Whitebeard. "This is about what happens if things don't change."

Whitebeard's face was unreadable, though a dark shadow seemed to cross his features. His grip on his bisento tightened, the wood creaking under his strength. "You've seen all this?" he asked quietly, his voice low but charged with energy.

"I've felt it," Jinx said, his tone solemn. "Nature doesn't lie. If things stay the same, what I've seen will come to pass. The question is, what are you going to do about it?"

The crew was silent, the weight of the revelation sinking in. All eyes were on Whitebeard, who stood as still as a mountain. After a long pause, he spoke.

"If you're telling the truth," Whitebeard began, his voice as steady as ever, "then you've done more than just stir the waters. You've changed the tides." His eyes gleamed with determination. "We'll see if fate can be rewritten."

Jinx smirked faintly, though his gaze remained hard. "It can be, but only if you act before it's too late."

Whitebeard nodded. "Then we act."

The crew looked to their captain, their trust unwavering, even as the weight of Jinx's revelation pressed heavily on their shoulders.

Jinx's smirk faltered as realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. He let out a soft groan, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Of course… breaking out already changed everything."

The Whitebeard Pirates stared at him, confusion spreading through the group. Marco tilted his head, his brows furrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

Jinx let out a deep sigh, lowering his hand and shaking his head slightly. "I should've realized it sooner. My escape? My being here? It's already altered the events I've seen. Every action we take now creates ripples, and those ripples could either smooth out or become tsunamis that reshape the future entirely."

Whitebeard, still steady and composed, raised a brow. "So, you've come here to stir up those ripples, have you?"

"Not just to stir them up," Jinx replied, his gaze sharpening. "To guide them. To make sure the storm doesn't destroy everything in its wake." He took a step forward, his tone softening slightly as he looked directly at Whitebeard. "That's where you come in."

Whitebeard tilted his head slightly, the weight of the conversation evident in his expression. "Me? And what exactly is it that I'm supposed to do?"

Jinx hesitated for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words. Then he spoke, his voice steady but laced with conviction. "You've spent decades being a pirate, haven't you? Building your crew, protecting your territories, claiming the seas as your own. But deep down, that wasn't what you wanted."

The crew bristled at the statement, some murmuring under their breath. Ace stepped forward, his fists clenched. "You don't know anything about Pops! Don't talk like you—"

"Quiet, Ace," Whitebeard interrupted, his deep voice cutting through the noise. His gaze never left Jinx. "Let him finish."

Jinx inclined his head in gratitude before continuing. "You became a pirate because you had no other choice. The World Government abandoned your home. They let pirates pillage and burn it to the ground. You didn't raise a Jolly Roger because you wanted to; you did it to save what was left."

Whitebeard's grip on his bisento tightened, though his expression remained stoic. The truth in Jinx's words was undeniable.

"And in doing so," Jinx pressed on, "you became something greater than any king or emperor. You became a father to those who had nowhere else to go, those who were abandoned or broken by the same world that failed you. But tell me this…" He paused, his piercing gaze locking onto Whitebeard. "If you had the chance to be the man you always wanted to be—a man who could enjoy the unexpected joys of life without the weight of the world on his shoulders—would you take it?"

Whitebeard's brows furrowed slightly, his silence heavy with thought.

Jinx took a deep breath, deciding to lay all his cards on the table. "That chance exists. It's tied to something I discovered in that dungeon. What I'm offering could change everything—not just for you, but for all the territories under your protection. It's a gamble, sure, but the potential rewards…" He trailed off, his expression growing serious. "Let's just say they might be worth it."

"And what exactly are you offering?" Marco asked, his voice skeptical but tinged with curiosity.

Jinx's lips curled into a faint smile. "The dungeon isn't just some random pit of danger. It's tied to the fabric of this world in ways you can't imagine. It's alive, in a sense, and it offers opportunities most people can't even dream of." His expression darkened slightly. "One of those opportunities is tied to something called rare black coins."

"Rare black coins?" Ace repeated, his brow furrowing.

Jinx nodded. "They're incredibly hard to find, hidden in the deepest, most dangerous parts of the dungeon. But if you collect ten of them…" He hesitated for a moment, the gravity of his next words hanging in the air. "…you can bring back one person. Completely. Body, mind, and soul."

A stunned silence fell over the crew. The very idea seemed impossible, almost too good to be true.

Whitebeard's expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something that only someone who truly understood loss could recognize.

"You're telling me," Whitebeard said slowly, "that this dungeon of yours can defy the natural order and bring back the dead?"

Jinx met his gaze, his expression unwavering. "Yes. But it's not as simple as it sounds. The dungeon doesn't give out rewards like that without a price. To collect those coins, you'd have to face unimaginable danger. And even if you succeed, using them to bring someone back could come with unforeseen consequences."

"But it's possible," Marco said, his voice low.

"It's possible," Jinx confirmed.

The crew exchanged glances, the weight of the revelation sinking in. For a moment, no one spoke, the silence broken only by the creaking of the ship and the distant cries of seagulls.

Finally, Whitebeard let out a deep, rumbling laugh that shook the deck beneath their feet. "You're a bold one, I'll give you that," he said, his grin wide and toothy. "Coming here with tales of dungeons and futures and second chances. You must've known we'd be skeptical."

"I did," Jinx admitted. "But I also knew that if anyone could understand the value of what I'm offering, it'd be you."

Whitebeard's grin faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "You've given me much to think about, stranger. If what you're saying is true, then this changes everything. But I have to ask…" He leaned forward slightly, his massive frame casting a long shadow over Jinx. "What's in it for you?"

Jinx didn't flinch, his expression calm and composed. "What's in it for me? The same thing that's in it for you: a chance to rewrite the story. To take control of a future that's spiraling out of control."

Whitebeard studied him for a long moment before nodding. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But if you're lying—if this is some kind of trick—you won't leave this ship alive."

"Fair enough," Jinx said with a faint smirk. "But you won't have to worry about that."

Whitebeard straightened, his massive frame towering over the crew. "Marco. Ace. Gather the officers. We've got some planning to do."

The two nodded, though Ace's expression remained conflicted. As the crew began to disperse, Jinx stepped back, his gaze drifting to the horizon.

The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: the tides of fate had already begun to shift.

Before Whitebeard could fully turn to leave, Jinx's voice rang out, firm yet calm.

"Wait."

The giant of a man paused mid-step, his enormous frame casting a long shadow over the deck. Slowly, he turned back, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly at the sudden interruption. "What is it now, stranger?"

Without hesitation, Jinx reached into his coat and produced an object that gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight—a golden apple. Its surface shimmered unnaturally, as though it were alive, pulsating faintly with an energy that seemed almost otherworldly.

With a flick of his wrist, Jinx tossed the apple through the air. It spun slowly, catching the light in dazzling arcs before landing in Whitebeard's massive hand. The Yonko caught it effortlessly, his fingers curling around the smooth surface as he held it up for inspection.

"And what exactly am I holding?" Whitebeard asked, his deep voice laced with curiosity and suspicion.

Jinx crossed his arms, his gaze steady. "That, old man, is your pass to a second chance."

The crew froze at the words, their attention locked onto Jinx. Even Marco and Ace, who were still nearby, seemed taken aback by the boldness of the statement. Whitebeard raised a skeptical brow, his grip on the apple tightening slightly.

"Explain," he demanded.

Jinx inclined his head slightly, as if he had been expecting the question. His voice was steady but carried a weight that silenced even the murmurs of the crew.

"By eating that apple, you'll abandon this world. You'll leave behind the chaos, the endless war, the betrayals, and the bloodshed. You'll take your family—your real family—and go somewhere safer. Somewhere they can live happy lives without the weight of your name or the threat of enemies constantly hunting them."

Whitebeard's jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't interrupt.

"But," Jinx continued, his tone softening, "you already know the truth, don't you? This life—the constant state of life and death, the thrill of it, the weight of it—it's become your addiction."

The crew bristled at the word, but Jinx pressed on before they could respond.

"You've spent decades in this world, dancing on the edge of destruction. That rush, that purpose, has defined you. But this new world I'm offering?" He gestured to the apple. "It can give you both. Safety for your family and the chance to keep living the life you've grown to love. To keep testing your limits. To even reunite with the ones you've lost."

Whitebeard's expression darkened at the mention of lost loved ones. His fingers tightened around the apple, his massive hand almost making it seem small.

"But," Jinx added, "this can only start with one bite."

Each word seemed to hang in the air, the weight of Jinx's offer settling heavily over everyone on the Moby Dick. The crew watched their captain intently, their expressions a mixture of confusion, concern, and curiosity. Whitebeard's eyes bore into Jinx, searching for any hint of deception.

"What's the catch?" Whitebeard finally asked, his voice a low rumble.

Jinx smirked faintly. "The catch is simple: you have to trust me. That apple will change everything. But the choice is yours to make."

Whitebeard let out a deep, rumbling laugh that seemed to shake the ship beneath their feet. "You've got guts, I'll give you that," he said, though his tone was laced with skepticism. "But if this is some kind of trick…"

"It's no trick," Jinx interrupted, his voice firm. "You'll see soon enough."

Whitebeard stared at the apple for a long moment, his mind clearly weighing the offer. Memories flashed through his mind—his home destroyed, the battles fought, the lives lost, and the family he had built along the way. He thought of his crew, of the future they might face without him, and of the countless enemies still lurking in the shadows.

Finally, with a deep breath, he raised the apple to his lips.

"Wait, Pops!" Marco called out, stepping forward. "You don't have to do this!"

"Yeah!" Ace added. "We don't even know what that thing is! What if it's poison?"

Whitebeard held up a hand, silencing them. "Enough." His voice was calm but commanding. "This is my decision."

Without another word, he sank his teeth into the apple. The golden skin gave way easily, revealing a glowing interior that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. He chewed once, twice, and then swallowed.

The effect was immediate.

Whitebeard dropped to his knees, the apple falling from his hand and rolling across the deck. A strangled gasp escaped his lips as his massive frame shuddered violently.

"Pops!" Marco shouted, rushing forward, but Whitebeard held up a trembling hand to stop him.

The crew erupted in fury, drawing their weapons and turning their wrath toward Jinx.

"You bastard!" Ace roared, flames igniting around his fists. "What did you do to him?!"

Despite the chaos, Jinx remained perfectly calm, his arms crossed as he stood his ground. "Relax," he said evenly. "This is part of the process."

"Process?!" Marco snarled, his hands glowing with blue flames. "You better start talking, or I'll—"

"Enough!" Whitebeard's voice boomed, cutting through the noise like thunder.

The crew froze, their weapons still drawn but their attention snapping back to their captain.

Whitebeard's body was changing before their eyes. His once-scarred and weathered face began to smooth, the deep lines of age fading away. His skin regained its youthful vitality, and stray strands of blonde hair began to peek out from beneath his bandana. Even the old scars that had marked his body for decades seemed to vanish, leaving only faint traces behind.

But then he coughed violently, dark blood spilling from his lips and staining the deck.

"Pops!" Marco called out again, his voice filled with panic.

The tension was broken by a sudden, massive wave of Conqueror's Haki that erupted from Whitebeard. The sheer force of it was overwhelming, sending many of the crew staggering backward. Even Jinx, who had seemed unshakable up to this point, broke into a sweat.

The sea itself responded to the surge, massive 100-meter waves rising up on either side of the ship. The sky above split in two, dark clouds swirling ominously as bolts of lightning crackled through the air.

The crew stared in awe and terror as their captain's presence filled the air, suffocating and inescapable.

"What… what is this…?" Marco whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the waves.

Whitebeard slowly rose to his feet, his massive frame towering over the crew once more. But he was different now—stronger, younger, and more imposing than ever before. His piercing eyes scanned the deck, and for a moment, he seemed almost lost in thought.

Then, with a deep breath, he spoke.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this alive," he said, his voice carrying a newfound strength.

The crew stared at him in stunned silence, unable to process what they were seeing.

Finally, Jinx broke the silence, his tone calm but laced with satisfaction. "I told you. A second chance."

Whitebeard turned his gaze to Jinx, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, the two men stared at each other, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

Then, to everyone's surprise, Whitebeard smiled.

"You've got guts, boy," he said, his deep laugh rumbling like distant thunder. "And it seems you weren't lying after all."

The crew exchanged uncertain glances, their anger and fear beginning to give way to a cautious hope.

"What now?" Marco asked hesitantly, his gaze shifting between Jinx and Whitebeard.

"Now," Whitebeard said, his grin widening, "we see where this new path takes us."

Jinx smirked. "Glad to hear it. But just so you know…" He gestured to the sea and sky, still raging in response to Whitebeard's Haki. "You're going to need to get that under control before we all go under."

Whitebeard let out another booming laugh, his newfound vitality shining through. "I suppose I'll have to get used to this again."

As the waves began to calm and the sky slowly returned to normal, the crew couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. The future was uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, it felt like they were heading toward something brighter.

As the Moby Dick rocked violently on the tumultuous waves stirred by Whitebeard's Conqueror's Haki, the crew braced themselves for what felt like certain doom. The monstrous swells surged higher, threatening to crash down upon the ship. But then, Whitebeard raised his massive fist. His body, still emanating newfound energy, moved with precision and authority.

With a resounding crack, he punched the air in front of him. The force of his quake-quake powers rippled outward, shattering the sea in the distance. The enormous waves, once towering and menacing, suddenly split apart, redirected safely away from the ship. Water sprayed like rain as the chaotic ocean calmed, leaving the Moby Dick floating peacefully once more.

"That's better," Whitebeard said, cracking his neck. "Can't have my ship going under just yet."

The crew stared in awe at their captain's control and strength. Despite their lingering confusion and reservations about his transformation, their respect for him remained unwavering.

Jinx, leaning casually against the ship's mast, gave an approving nod. "Impressive. Looks like you've still got it."

Whitebeard chuckled deeply. "Still got it? Boy, I'm just getting started."

Moments later, Whitebeard turned to his crew with a grin that spread from ear to ear. "Enough of this serious talk for now. If I've been given a second chance, it's only right we celebrate properly!"

A roar of agreement erupted from the crew, their spirits instantly lifted. The Moby Dick came alive as barrels of sake and rum were rolled out, tables of food were prepared, and laughter filled the air. Music played, and the crew sang sea shanties in unison, their voices carrying across the open water.

Even Jinx, who had remained somewhat reserved, was eventually dragged into the festivities. Whitebeard himself issued a challenge: a drinking contest. The crew cheered as the two sat across from each other, mugs of sake in hand, ready to outdrink one another.

Jinx smirked confidently at first. Thanks to his ability, Overactive Imagination, his body quickly adapted, granting him a strong alcohol tolerance as the contest progressed. However, Whitebeard proved to be an insurmountable force. After countless rounds, Jinx finally slumped back, defeated but laughing.

"How the hell do you drink so much?" Jinx asked, his words slightly slurred but his tone amused.

Whitebeard roared with laughter, slapping Jinx on the back hard enough to almost knock him over. "Experience, boy! You've got a long way to go before you can match me!"

The celebration lasted for two days straight. The crew drank, feasted, and shared stories, their camaraderie stronger than ever. Even Jinx, who had only recently joined their circle, felt like he belonged—a rare feeling for him.

On the morning of the third day, as the sun rose over the calm sea, the crew gathered on the main deck. Whitebeard, standing tall and imposing, called for Jinx to join him at the center of the gathering.

"Now then," Whitebeard said, his tone serious but not harsh, "you've talked a lot about this dungeon. When and where do we find it?"

Jinx, leaning casually against a railing, crossed his arms. "We'll get to that. But first, I need Ace to call his brother."

The crew exchanged curious glances, and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"Why my brother?" Ace asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"You'll find out soon enough," Jinx replied, his voice calm but firm. "I need to know his current status. Trust me on this."

Though hesitant, Ace nodded. He gestured for one of the crew to bring him a Den Den Mushi, and within moments, the snail phone was handed to him.

As Ace dialed, the crew watched in silence, their curiosity mounting. After a few rings, the Den Den Mushi's face animated, revealing a small, friendly-looking snail with a slightly nervous expression.

"Hello? Who's this?" came a familiar voice.

"It's me, Chopper," Ace said, a grin spreading across his face. "It's Ace."

"Ace?!" Chopper exclaimed, his voice brightening. "Wow, it's been so long! How are you?!"

"I'm fine, little reindeer," Ace replied warmly. "I'm calling because I need to know where you guys are and what you're up to."

Chopper hesitated for a moment, then said, "We're… uh… with someone right now."

Ace tilted his head. "With who?"

"Silver Rayleigh," Chopper answered simply.

The deck of the Moby Dick fell completely silent. Every crew member froze, their eyes wide in shock.

"Rayleigh?" Marco repeated, his tone incredulous. "As in the Dark King Rayleigh?"

Jinx's lips twitched into a faint smirk as the name hung in the air.

Ace, still holding the Den Den Mushi, seemed equally stunned. "You're with Rayleigh? How did that happen?"

"It's a long story," Chopper replied sheepishly. "But we're training with him right now."

Ace glanced at Jinx, his expression questioning. "What now? Do you want to leave a message for my little brother?"

Jinx shook his head. "Not for Luffy. I need to speak with Rayleigh."

Ace hesitated but relented, relaying the message to Chopper.

"Uh, can you hand the Den Den Mushi to Rayleigh? There's someone here who wants to talk to him," Chopper said.

There was a pause on the other end before an older, gruff voice spoke.

"This is Rayleigh. Who am I speaking to?"

Jinx stepped forward, his expression neutral but his voice commanding. "My name's Jinx. I hear you're training a group of interesting people."

"That's one way to put it," Rayleigh replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "And what's your business with me?"

Jinx's smirk widened slightly. "I have something to discuss with you. It involves your student, your history, and a place you might find… intriguing."

There was a long pause before Rayleigh spoke again. "You've got my attention. Go on."

"Good," Jinx said. "But this is a conversation better had in person. Where exactly are you right now?"

Rayleigh chuckled. "You think I'm just going to tell you that?"

Jinx's expression didn't waver. "You're a cautious man. I respect that. But you're also a man who values knowledge, and I have information that might benefit both of us."

Another pause followed, the silence thick with tension.

"Interesting," Rayleigh finally said. "I'll bite. We're on Sabaody Archipelago. If you're serious about this, come find me."

"Consider it done," Jinx replied smoothly.

The call ended, and Ace placed the Den Den Mushi back on the table. The crew turned to Jinx, their curiosity now mixed with unease.

"Sabaody, huh?" Whitebeard said, his tone contemplative. "That's a long way from here."

"It is," Jinx agreed. "But it's a necessary detour. Trust me, what we'll find there will be worth it."

Whitebeard studied Jinx for a long moment, then nodded. "Very well. We'll head to Sabaody. But this better be as important as you're making it out to be."

Jinx grinned. "Oh, it is. You'll see soon enough."