"To rule the world, I must master its foundation — space, gravity… and time." — Rael D. Lior
Orbis Cradle — An abandoned sky island above the West Blue
High above the sea, hidden by storm clouds and lightning veils, floated a forgotten isle made of shattered temples and stone rings drifting freely in the sky. The Orbis Cradle, a relic of the ancient world, had long since vanished from maps.
But Rael D. Lior found it.
His ship had no wings, but his dark gravity lifted him to the clouds. The winds bent around him. The lightning parted before him.
He stood alone before the ruins — not with reverence, but calculation.
Rael wasn't here by chance. He had pieced together half-burned blueprints, lost weatheria scrolls, and a log pose that didn't point anywhere… unless tilted in moonlight.
Deep within the Cradle, he sensed a presence — not alive, but awake.
As he walked through floating stairs and weightless arches, he muttered:
> "This place doesn't just defy gravity… it defies direction."
He passed murals of stars, moons, rings, and… serpents swallowing themselves.
And in the temple's heart, resting on a slab of sky glass, lay a fruit that seemed to shimmer across space — glitching in place, as if reality struggled to contain it.
> The Sora Sora no Mi — the Space-Space Fruit.
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🧠 What Is the Sora Sora no Mi?
A Paramecia-type, but barely. A Devil Fruit once believed to be theoretical.
Its powers (in full mastery) allow the user to:
Fold and manipulate space within a defined range
Open temporary pocket zones or voids for storage, teleportation, or isolation
Warp distance between two points (limited at first)
Temporarily displace objects or attacks in space
Lock enemies inside compressed spatial bubbles
Space does not mean time — but bending one inevitably flirts with the other.
It is a fruit that no Celestial Dragon ever dared consume.
> "For it bends the floor beneath the heavens."
Before Rael could touch the fruit, the air distorted. Rings of floating debris spun wildly, forming the shape of a construct guardian — a relic automaton called Zero-Sky, shaped like a hollow suit of armor forged from meteorite.
It spoke no words — only launched spatial pulses designed to shatter atoms.
Rael moved fast. Darkness swallowed one pulse. But another tore through his side, blood misting the air.
He smiled through the pain.
> "You think I came for power I don't deserve?"
"I am the reason power exists — to shape the void into order."
Rael focused his haki into a singularity — a Yami Yami no Mi compression sphere — and collapsed the guardian inward with brutal finality.
It crumpled without sound.
Rael limped to the altar.
The fruit pulsed in and out of space — as if trying to exist in more than one reality at once.
He picked it up and bit.
The universe twitched.
For one second, Rael saw everything around him — from above.
Not from the sky, but from outside the rules. A momentary third-person glimpse of the world itself — before the vision snapped back.
His body screamed. His veins burned with white heat.
But he stood — now bound to space itself.
He clenched his fist, and the path home folded itself beneath him.
🕊️ Leaving No Trace
The Orbis Cradle began to collapse. The temple, now without its guardian, returned to entropy — chunks breaking apart and drifting into the winds.
Rael didn't run. He stepped forward… and vanished — reappearing mid-air, then again on a floating ship far below.
Teleportation. Short range. Exhausting. But it would grow.
He looked to the horizon and whispered:
> "Darkness is destruction. Space is control. One more remains."
Then he sailed toward the Grand Line.
Still unknown. Still hidden.
No Marines knew of the Orbis Cradle.
No bounty changed.
But in a research lab buried beneath Enies Lobby, an old Vegapunk prototype scanner pinged and failed to identify a spatial anomaly.
A file titled "Sora Sora – Status: LOST" flickered… then turned red.
A Cipher Pol agent wrote:
> "Possible contact. Sky Island theory viable. Monitoring required."
The message never reached the Five Elders.
The world slept on.