The sun dragged itself across the broken horizon of Dressrosa, its golden light catching the rising pillars of smoke and dust lingering in the air from the downfall of Doflamingo's regime. But today was different—not a day of survival or chaos, but of momentum.
For the first time, the Suvelians were no longer just Solian's crew. They were becoming something more.
They were becoming leaders of a nation.
Kael "Rustfang" Deyn – Order Through Fear and Respect
Kael sat at the top of the old bell tower that loomed over the market square, arms crossed, watching over the streets like a hawk.
The air remained tight-tensioned—citizens passed in cautious strides, never knowing whether peace would last or another despot would rise. But Kael did not care about popularity. He cared about stability.
"I fought warlords at night," he muttered under his breath. "I won't let vermin undo this peace in daylight."
Below, a group of former Donquixote Family loyalists were being marched to the colosseum—now used as a civil court center under Kael's interim rule. The citizens watched, half with fear, half with gratitude.
Kael did not issue barks. He didn't need to.
His name went before him. How he'd cut his way past Doflamingo's top-ranking guards with his rusty twin blades became legend in days. Kids called him "Rustfang the Storm." Grownups spoke about him in awed whispers.
And Kael knew about that. He took that fear, crafted it like a blade, and directed it only toward those who dared test the fragile peace they'd forged.
Jorin "Crimson Fang" Vael – The Underground Network
Jorin moved through alleys as unseen as a shadow, two hulking elderly gladiators guarding him after pledging fealty to Suvelians for Solian's victory. Blueprints—sketches changed from sewer drawings, hidden hallways, conduit systems—sat in his palms.
"I want no kingdom vulnerable to overthrow at an ambush," Jorin complained, pinning at sets of single cross-sections. "We need an information network under the city."
He wasn't showy. He wasn't loud. But his methods were ruthless and efficient.
Within days, he'd amassed an underground network of spies, scouts, and runners. Dressrosa's forgotten ones, ex-slaves, and quiet revolutionaries who lived under Doflamingo's wing now worked at his command.
He called it the "Veil."
A decentralized network of spies. Information would flow through Dressrosa like blood, every corner watched, every whisper heard.
"We don't rule with fire," he'd told Solian last night. "We rule by knowing what other people plan to do before they do it."
And Solian had agreed.
Vance "Ironfist" Rhoan – Muscle, Morale, and the People
Vance wasn't in a tower or under the ground.
He was on the streets, sleeves rolled up, helping citizens clear rubble from a collapsed bakery. His arms ached from hours of lifting, but he never quit. Not when people were watching. Not when they weren't.
Strength to him wasn't about fighting anymore—it was about lifting others.
Children began following him, mimicking his movements. Vendors gave him fruits for free. An old man cried when Vance rebuilt a fallen wall with his own hands.
"Are you a king too?" a girl asked him one time.
Vance simply laughed. "Nah. I'm just the bad guy who keeps them from messing with you."
But within the crew, he was the pulse. The morale booster. The one people trusted because he was with them, not over them.
Milo "Silent Shot" Trenn – The Web of Communication
Milo disliked crowds.
He preferred rooftops, silence alleys, and listening in the distance. But even he couldn't turn a blind eye to what they were building—and what he had to do.
With stolen Den Den Mushi, cryptic blink-messages, and even mirror messages in back streets, Milo created Dressrosa's first actual communication network.
He dubbed it the "Silent Web."
Message runners, snail towers, cryptic messages—nothing moved in the city without Milo knowing. If a riot broke out? Milo heard about it first. If a Marine vessel made a clandestine nighttime landing? Milo had it under watch.
He wasn't a warrior like Vance, or a tactician like Jorin, but he couldn't be replaced.
Every great kingdom needed its eyes.
And Milo made sure theirs never closed.
The Twin Tempest – Enforcers of the New Storm
The twin sisters, Aria and Kora, were a tempest in every sense—graceful, wild, and devastating when unleashed.
While others worried about structure, communication, or order, the Twins worked as level-topping enforcers. They patrolled the skies on airships mounted with cannons. They trained new recruits for air battle and staged shock raids against holdouts of the black market trade that persisted in the canyons outside of the city.
Their slogan was succinct:
"If fear is a weapon, let us be the thunder that follows the lightning."
Their control of the skies made the Dressrosa airspace impenetrable. No murderer or smuggler would arrive in their city via the skies anymore.
They – A Kingdom Built by Suvelians
They went back again at night to the palace—around the round table that had been rolled into Solian's room.
They did not speak like kings.
They strategized like soldiers.
Vance had restored the city's eastern aqueducts. Milo had intercepted a suspicious broadcast sent by a World Government outpost. Kael discovered a hidden Doflamingo ally in the mountains. Jorin had destroyed a small counter-insurgency backed by underworld agents. The Twins had bombed a runaway slave caravan.
Day by day, they built. Layer upon layer. Brick upon brick.
No longer just a group of pirates.
But the pillars of a new order.
Future of Dressrosa
"We're not just standing in for Doflamingo," Solian said, pacing the room. "We're rewriting the book."
"We're not just feared," Vance added. "We're respected."
"They'll come for us," Kael said. "The World Government. Cipher Pol. The Yonko."
"Then let them," Jorin muttered. "We're ready."
There was silence. Then nods all around.
And Solian looked out the tall window of the palace—toward the sea.
His conqueror's spirit remained aflame. But for now… they would survive. They would become stronger. They would make Dressrosa unbeatable.
Because when the world came after them—and it would—they would find a kingdom forged in fire, shadows, and resolve.