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The World in Flames

The world had barely begun to recover from the chaotic aftermath of the battle with Thorkell. The seas churned with rumors and whispers of a rising force, one who sought not just to overthrow the established order but to eradicate it entirely. Thorfinn, the Calamity, had become a symbol of defiance, an unstoppable storm of vengeance that left only destruction in its wake. But this time, it wasn't just the pirates or the powerful factions of the New World who felt his wrath—it was the very foundation of the World Government itself.

The Celestial Dragons, those supposed "gods" of the world, had long ruled with cruelty and indifference, their reign built on the suffering of countless lives. And now, for the first time in centuries, someone was rising to challenge them—not just as a foe, but as a force of pure destruction.

Thorfinn had made his decision. He would not stop until the World Nobles were no more.

A Cruel Campaign

Thorfinn's journey began in the most infamous of places—the Holy Land of Mariejois, the seat of power for the Celestial Dragons. His crew watched in silence as the Eternal Wing sailed toward the uncharted waters of the Red Line, a place where no ordinary pirate dared to venture.

"We're going to Mariejois," Thorfinn declared, his voice cold, every syllable carrying the weight of his purpose.

His crew, ever loyal and battle-hardened, exchanged glances. They understood the significance of this mission. For Thorfinn, it wasn't just about power—it was personal. The Celestial Dragons had to be eradicated, their world torn apart from its core.

Thorkell, standing next to Thorfinn, cracked his knuckles with a grin. "Let's see how they like it when someone with real power knocks on their door."

Destruction at Mariejois

The Eternal Wing arrived at Mariejois under the cover of night, the moon barely visible through a veil of clouds. Thorfinn, Enel, Crocodile, and the rest of the crew disembarked, their presence sending a wave of dread through the holy city. Guards, soldiers, and nobles alike tried to defend their sacred grounds, but it was no use. The Luna Pirates were too strong, too relentless.

The first Celestial Dragon fell without a fight. Thorfinn's sword cleaved through his guards, and in a single motion, he ended the life of one of the so-called "gods." The scream echoed through the palace halls, but it was quickly drowned out by the roar of thunder as Enel unleashed his lightning.

Crocodile, with his sand powers, swept through the streets, turning the ground to glass and sandstorms that suffocated any resistance. The World Nobles, used to their unchallenged rule, could not fathom the might of the Luna Pirates. One by one, their number fell, each death sending a ripple through the fragile structure of power they had built over centuries.

The Rise of the Storm

For weeks, Thorfinn's crew rampaged across the seas, hitting the World Nobles' hidden estates one by one. The mighty nobles were dragged from their palaces and temples, their secrets exposed for all to see. Thorfinn, relentless in his pursuit, tore through island after island, leaving destruction in his wake.

He struck at Gorosei, the five elder stars who were the highest ranking members of the World Government, and each of them fell before his might. The Luna Pirates tore through their strongholds like a swarm of locusts, nothing left standing in their wake but ashes and ruin.

One of the first to fall was Saint Charlos, the cruel and sadistic Celestial Dragon who had once enslaved and killed countless innocent lives for sport. Thorfinn made sure he paid for every sin with his life.

"Justice doesn't bend to the whims of the rich and the powerful," Thorfinn muttered as he stood over the fallen body, his swords coated in blood.

The Toll of Vengeance

The destruction, though swift and complete, came at a cost. Every death Thorfinn dealt was a step further into the abyss. His mind, always steely and controlled, began to fracture under the weight of it all. The faces of the nobles, the screams of the victims, haunted him in his dreams. Yet, there was no turning back. His revenge, long simmering, had to be brought to its bloody end.

The chaos caused by Thorfinn's rampage rippled across the seas, the World Government unable to respond in time. The Marines were sent to hunt him, but their efforts were in vain. With the powers of Haki, Devil Fruits, and a crew of warriors unmatched in strength, they were no match for him.

The Faces of the Fallen

Thorfinn and his crew had decimated the World Nobles with ruthless precision. In the end, only 10 Celestial Dragons remained alive, scattered across the world. Their estates were burned, their armies crushed, and their families wiped out.

But in the ashes of their world, a new era began to take shape.

The world was in chaos. News of Thorfinn's actions spread like wildfire, his name etched into every corner of the globe. He became a symbol—a living embodiment of rebellion. No longer was he just Thorfinn the Calamity; now, he was known as "The Destroyer of Kings". Legends of his destruction were passed from one island to another, the seas trembling in fear.

Thorfinn's Burden

Back aboard the Eternal Wing, the crew stood in silence. There was no celebration this time—only a somber recognition of what they had just achieved.

"Thorfinn," Kid said quietly, looking out over the horizon, "what now?"

Thorfinn's eyes were distant, haunted by the faces of those he had killed. "Now we rebuild. The world has been broken, and it's our job to reshape it."

The crew knew that this was only the beginning. The Luna Pirates, with their power and their new allies, would carve a path forward in the New World. But the shadows of the past would never fully leave them.