One Piece: Rise of Valoria

The fires of Mary Geoise raged around them, casting the Holy City in a hellish glow. Smoke billowed through the streets as chaos erupted in every corner. Screams filled the air, blending with the crackle of burning buildings and the hurried footsteps of guards and Marines scrambling to restore order. The once pristine holy land was now a battlefield of disorder, screams, and destruction. Fisher Tiger's revolt had sparked an opportunity like none before, and William, along with Hancock, Sandersonia, and Marigold, were determined to use it. William and the Boa sisters fought their way through, determined to escape the nightmare that had held them captive for years.

The four of them moved quickly, but not without resistance. Word had spread fast about the slave rebellion and the deaths of Master Callen and his wife. Elite guards and CP agents had been deployed to capture or kill them, but William, Hancock, Sandersonia, and Marigold were far from helpless.

The four of them dashed through the city's labyrinthine streets, their movements fluid and purposeful. Elite guards and Cipher Pol agents were already on the hunt, but they weren't just running for their lives—they were fighting their way to freedom.

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**POV: Sandersonia and Marigold**

As they rounded a corner, a squad of heavily armed guards cut them off, swords drawn, and rifles aimed. Cipher Pol agents flanked the soldiers, their faces grim and determined.

Sandersonia and Marigold slowed to a stop, their eyes hardening. They exchanged a silent glance, communicating without words. It was time to fight.

"You two handle them," William said calmly, continuing ahead with Hancock. "We'll clear the way further up."

Sandersonia rolled her shoulders, cracking her knuckles as she stepped forward. "You shouldn't have gotten in our way," she said in a low, dangerous voice.

Marigold, standing beside her sister, pulled a long spear from a fallen guard and spun it skillfully. "Let's make this quick."

The guards hesitated, but the Cipher Pol agents wasted no time. One of them lunged forward with expert speed, his fist crackling with Armament Haki. Sandersonia dodged to the side, her movement swift and fluid. The agent swung again, but this time she caught his wrist, twisting it with a powerful grip. Before he could react, she drove her knee into his chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

Marigold, meanwhile, was surrounded by three guards. They lunged at her simultaneously, swords slashing through the air. With her spear, she blocked the first strike, then twisted her body to avoid the others. Her movements were precise, calculated. She swung the spear in a wide arc, knocking the guards off balance before delivering a powerful kick to one of them, sending him flying into a wall.

The Cipher Pol agent she faced was faster than the guards, but Marigold was strong, her armament-coated fists able to deflect his attacks. The agent came at her with a flurry of punches, each one imbued with Haki, but Marigold stood her ground, parrying each blow with her spear. With a swift movement, she disarmed him and delivered a crushing blow to his chest, leaving him breathless on the ground.

Sandersonia and Marigold fought like seasoned warriors. They moved with a mix of grace and strength, their fists and weapons a blur of motion. The guards never stood a chance. They were defeated, one by one, either unconscious or too injured to fight.

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**POV: Hancock**

Farther down the street, Hancock moved with the elegance and deadly precision of a seasoned fighter. Her beauty was matched only by her terrifying strength, and the guards that dared to face her realized too late how foolish they were.

With a single glance, Hancock unleashed her *Mero Mero no Mi* ability. The guards' eyes glazed over, their bodies instantly turning to stone. They collapsed in heaps at her feet, nothing more than lifeless statues.

"Fools," Hancock muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Did you really think you could stop me?"

A group of Marines, their faces twisted in fear and desperation, rushed toward her with their rifles raised. Hancock didn't even blink. With a graceful kick, she sent them flying, their bodies crashing into the ground. One by one, they fell, their minds clouded by her beauty and their bodies frozen in stone.

With each step, more guards crumbled before her, their fate sealed the moment they laid eyes on her. Hancock barely broke a sweat. Her mastery over her Demon Fruit powers made her an unstoppable force, and the guards and Marines were nothing more than obstacles in her path.

As she moved forward, she spared a glance toward William. He was ahead, cutting down enemies with the fury of a storm. Hancock's heart swelled with pride and something more. She knew he was dangerous, but she also knew that no one could stop him.

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**POV: William**

William was a force of destruction.

His body flickered between his human form and the powerful dragon form hidden beneath his flesh. Flames erupted from his hands, scorching everything in his path. A squad of Marines rushed him, their rifles firing, but William's Observation Haki sensed their every movement. He dodged the bullets with ease, his eyes glowing with fury.

With a roar, William raised his hand, and the air around him froze. The temperature plummeted, and frost spread across the ground. The Marines' eyes widened in fear as they were engulfed in ice, their bodies freezing solid before they even had a chance to scream.

But William wasn't finished.

He switched his power to fire, summoning a massive wave of flames that consumed the frozen Marines, turning them to ash in an instant. His enemies were nothing more than fuel for the inferno of his rage.

As he fought, his mind was filled with images of Ohara—the island engulfed in flames, the screams of his people, the destruction caused by the Buster Call. He had waited for this moment, for the chance to unleash his fury on those who had taken everything from him.

And then he felt it.

A familiar presence, one he hadn't sensed in seven long years.

**Vice Admiral Onigumo.**

The man who had led the Buster Call that destroyed Ohara. One of the men responsible for the deaths of everyone William had loved.

William's blood boiled. His heart pounded in his chest as his killing intent surged, overwhelming everything around him. The air grew heavy, and the ground beneath his feet cracked under the pressure of his rage.

There, standing at the edge of the battlefield, was Onigumo, his eyes cold and unfeeling. The Vice Admiral hadn't changed. He still wore that same expression, the same indifference toward the lives he had destroyed.

William's eyes narrowed, and a low growl escaped his throat. His dragon instincts were taking over, and all he wanted was blood.

"Onigumo..." William's voice was a snarl, barely human.

The Vice Admiral stared back at him, his face expressionless. 

Without a word, William began to walk toward him, the flames of Mary Geoise flickering in the background, reflecting the fire raging in his soul.