Frozen Marine: "When the Ice Closes the Sun's Eyes"
34 mga parte Kumpleto In the most forgotten corner of the Grand Line, where time seems to hesitate and the wind blows like a mournful whisper, three admirals-Akainu, Aokiji, and Kizaru-immerse themselves in a silent investigation at an abandoned Navy outpost. Records have vanished like dust in the tides of fate... and the air, heavy with rust and silence, seemed to portend something beyond comprehension.
Nothing hinted at a trap. No sound, no movement. Until the steel door fell with a sharp crash-sealing them alive in a room that was not a warehouse, but an old cryogenic laboratory. A display illuminates in the background: the numbers plummet toward absolute zero. The temperature drops mercilessly. Ice forms, lungs fail, cries for help are lost in the white mist.
Hands tremble. Breaths grow shallow. One by one, they slide down the walls to the floor, sitting side by side, their heads slumped on each other's shoulders-like children afraid of the dark. Their hands clasp in a silent pact of pain. Ice covers their bodies like a shroud. Their eyelashes fill with crystals. Their eyes close. Sleep freezes.
But on the other side of the Grand Line, admirals of the new and old generations feel the imbalance. A Den Den Mushi hisses with a cold, faint whisper, filled with agony. A nearly muffled cry for help.
Then the race against time begins.
At the warehouse, doors are broken down, the cold seeps through the cracks like a blue poison. The bodies of the three admirals are found sitting on the floor, covered in layers of ice so thick that the human being beneath them is barely visible. Their faces are as serene as those of sleeping children-but their hearts barely beat.
Between the silence of the ice and the echo of despair, the question remains: **who saved whom?**
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Link to the story in the original language: https://www.wattpad.com/story/397392181-marinha-congelada-quando-o-gelo-fecha-os-olhos-do