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... World caused an uproar, enough to shake the balance of the region. The Marines had to prepare for the aftermath.

The Five Elders' influence had no effect on Lucifer's kill order, and the Marines had to find another way to deal with it.

There's also the vacancy in the Seven Warlords of the Sea that needed to be filled.

A series of troubles had come together, leaving Sengoku physically and mentally exhausted. His hair and beard had almost turned white overnight.

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