Anthracite gray.
A unique color that could not be found anywhere in the island's fauna and flora.
I had lived everything, witnessed all one could imagine, but it had been many years since I had seen anything like this.
My eyes fell upon his silhouet...
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For everything, there is a price to pay.
At the dawn of the world, the Devil's Fruit already existed.
An infamous taste for powers bestowed by the gods, such was how they were described on my native island.
Over time, we came to understand that each power cursed its bearer, condemning them to perish on the seas.
But what we didn't know was that some powers were truly far worse than others, capable of bringing both immense joy and plunging one into infinite and unchanging despair.
Forged by the hands of mere mortals, the Fruits of the Devil possess neither conscience nor ethics, and are governed only by the whims of their master.
What's more, some of them are irreversible, immune to the passage of time.
I've committed no sins, I've been able to swim freely, cross the seas, explore the world, but there's one thing I've always been unable to do, for as long as I can remember...
