[b]The Reverse Mountain[/b] [color=ed1c24]“Right ahead!”[/color] As the ship enters the reverse mountain, Alesia made sure that her ship is in the correct currents of waters. Any mistakes here, and they will be crashing onto the Red LIne like what the Dragon bakuto have warned. It was much worse than sailing through a storm. And right ahead of the Scarlet Pirates, was quite a beholding sight to see. A canal of water that flows upwards from the turbulent waters of the Four Seas. The ship of the White Pearl treads on the river of the Reverse Mountain, from the treacherous waters of the Red LIne. [color=ed1c24]“We’ve made it,” [/color]Alesia put her hands off the ship wheel, checking by the railings as the stormy clouds resided. The ship ascends along the river that lead to the very top of the Reverse Mountain, making its descent down to the Grand Line. [color=ed1c24]“So, I’ll just have to follow on where this thing is pointing to?” [/color]Alesia asked Bakuto, looking at the log Pose. She wasn’t certain on how the first island would be like. The most dangerous sea is up ahead, Raftel is said to be where the last island points to, the island of the Pirate’s King Treasure, One Piece. [hr] The sun from the top of the Reverse Mountain cast a crisp of yellow. There was one thing that would catch Adrian’s attention. Flint’s sword of the starry night has a semblance to the Sword of Adrian’s Master. Its just that the one from the late Nightblades’ leader wasn’t Seastone hilted. [hr] The Ship of the White Pearl enters the Grand Line via the Reverse Mountain. [hr] [center][h3][color=fff79a][b]The Grand Line- Argin Kingdom[/b][/color][/h3][/center] The chef took a detour along the Quarters of Duke Benniad. Outsiders call him by this name: ‘Rel’chunk’ of the Seven Warlords. That wasn’t what a lowly chef would know, he was actually a spy loyal to the Late King. The true heir of the Kingdom, deposed so easily from the efforts of Duke Benniad. Nothing more than a pirate that appeared in this Kingdom for a mere decade. Yet he knows that Benniad now have the true influence of Argin. The King’s death wasn’t just a mere coma. What that accursed pirate could do isn’t unheard of. Just his band of Privateers were a pain to begin with. The privateer Ezequiel sat along the Duke’s Quarters, taking a sip of tea along the marble fireplace. An Autumn Island here, but the [color=fff79a][b][i]‘folded fire’[/i][/b][/color] gave him enough ambience of his hometown. Ezequiel, a man with drooping mustaches along his sides of his chin. His brown hair dangles along the shoulders. His [i][b][color=fff79a]'folded light'[/color][/b][/i] caught sight of a suspicious chef. [color=fff79a]“There’s someone outside, Benniad.”[/color] That was one of the few tricks from his Captain’s teachings, and he’d admit that he wasn’t any good apprentice. Back before he met Duke Benniad, or what he often refers as ‘Rel’chunk’ , he wouldn’t think of using his Devil Fruit to such extent. [color=f9ad81]“Took you long enough for you to notice,”[/color] A tall man of an imposing presence, with a pale face that appeared dreamy. The Captain’s skin is as pale as the waning moon, and a long draping suit of the colour of the night. His heavy tone suggested a scorn,[color=f9ad81]”You’re still careless of your Devil Fruit, you should use it like it’s a part of you.”[/color] The chef noticed a flicker of light that came out of nowhere. Instinctively, he sprang himself for the windows. The Marbles’ rim folded itself together shut. It wasn’t just the window, the exits along the corridors are all cut off. A tint of blue surrounded the chef. [i]Rel’chunk![/i] By the time he noticed the cyan tint, it was already too late for him. Benniad’s abilities are known far and wide amongst the nobility. The rumoured [color=f9ad81][i][b]‘Turning’[/b][/i][/color] from the Lord of the Evening. The place right where the chef was standing no longer any place that he knew, nor even anywhere within Argin Kingdom. He is now part of his [b][i][color=f9ad81]‘dream’[/color][/i][/b]. The fearsome ability to turn nightmares into reality, the Dream Dream Fruit. [color=f9ad81]“Your duty to the last King, my identity as Rel’chunk. All of these, shalt be dreams you forget.”[/color] That chef collapsed as the cyan tint receded away into reality. Rel’chunk’s capability with his Devil Fruit was often a frightening sight for Ezequiel. His Captain is out of his league. [color=fff79a]“Shall I take down the ‘Spear of Ravens’, Duke Benniad?”[/color] [color=f9ad81]“There’s no need for such hassle, the ‘Cutthroat’ will finish his job.”[/color] [hider=Rel'chunk] [center] [h1] [color=fff79a]Under Royal Marquee[/color] [/h1] [h2] [img]https://i.imgur.com/cYmyx9n.jpg[/img] '[i]Lord of the Evening[/i]' Rel'chunk One of the Seven Warlords [u]Old Bounty[/u] 210,800,000 [/h2] [/center] [/hider]