The Five Elders sat in silence, contemplating the dilemma that had plagued their minds. Eliminating Admiral Selene "The Moonblade" wasn't just dangerous politically—it was logistically impossible. Unlike many powerful figures, Selene did not rely on a Devil Fruit, which made her resilient in ways they couldn't easily counter.
A Proven Problem: Immune to the Sea
"She doesn't have a Devil Fruit," the bald Elder with the sword said quietly, his voice filled with reluctant admiration. "Sea-Prism Stone has no effect on her. The sea itself holds no power over her."
One of the others grumbled. "She proved that well enough during that incident with the rookies."
The Elders remembered it clearly—a group of young Marines had fallen overboard during a training mission in dangerous waters. In any other situation, the rookies would have been as good as dead—lost to the relentless pull of the ocean and dragged under before help could arrive.
But Selene had dived in without hesitation. The reports had been clear: she didn't falter for a moment, swimming through raging waves and pulling the rookies to safety one by one, as if the sea was nothing more than a gentle pool.
"Not even Sakazuki would have been able to do that," one Elder muttered. "If she had a Devil Fruit, she'd have drowned along with the rest of them."
Instead, Selene had emerged unscathed and victorious, dragging the exhausted rookies back aboard, her coat soaked but her smile intact. That moment had further cemented her status within the Marines. She wasn't just a powerful leader—she was unstoppable.
An Enemy Beyond Their Usual Methods
"We can't deal with her the way we do others," the mustached Elder said grimly, resting his hands on the table. "She's immune to the most effective tools at our disposal."
"Sea-Prism Stone is useless," another agreed. "Even the sea itself holds no threat for her. And she fights with more precision than any Devil Fruit user we've encountered."
Selene was unlike most of the world's powerful figures—her abilities were rooted not in mystical powers, but in mastery. Her precision, intelligence, and combat prowess came from relentless training, discipline, and a talent for bending situations to her will. She fought on land, sea, and air, moving as fluidly as a shadow—unbound by the weaknesses of Devil Fruit users.
"Even if we isolated her on the open sea," the elder with the sword muttered, "it wouldn't stop her. She would swim to safety, fight her way out, or simply outthink us."
Loyalty Without Fear
"Her strength isn't just physical," one Elder murmured. "It's the loyalty she inspires. She doesn't lead through fear—and that makes her soldiers more dangerous than most."
They knew it all too well: Selene's subordinates would follow her anywhere. Not because they feared her wrath, but because they trusted her with their lives. That trust was far more dangerous than fear—it was unbreakable.
"If we attempt to deal with her, her men won't stand by quietly," the mustached Elder said. "We would spark a mutiny."
"The soldiers she saved—those rookies, and countless others—would follow her even if it meant betraying us. If we act against her, we'll face a split in the Navy unlike anything we've seen before."

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Twilight's End A New Dawn
FanfictionThe World Government has fallen. Imu, the tyrant behind the shadows, is dead. But freedom comes at a cost-and with the old world gone, the balance between order and chaos is teetering on the edge. In the aftermath of a shattered throne, Selene, a fo...