Vrrrrr!
A sonic boom rolled across the storm-tossed sky. At the same time, suffocating music and an oppressive aura spread over the entire Liquor Kingdom, raising goosebumps.
A black-and-gold meteor.
Came crashing down.
A devastating explosion split the heavens and earth.
The ground for tens of thousands of meters around shattered, and ravines and barren hills rose up everywhere.
At the center, dust shrouded the scene as countless black-and-red bolts of lightning crackled through the air.
A blurry silhouette emerged from the dust.
"Is that the real one?"
The pink feather coat behind Doflamingo whipped wildly as he stared at the figure, still wreathed in evil flames and impossible to make out.
His Observation Haki sensed nothing.
"It's the real one."
Only Fujitora could sense a living presence.
It was completely different from the puppets he had sensed before.
That meant Fujitora was the only one present whose Observation Haki could match his.
"Looks like I have to get involved personally to feel the thrill!"
A teasing, mocking laugh rang out. As the evil flames disappeared, Chaos appeared before Borsalino and the others in his true form.
Seven years had passed.
He hadn't changed at all.
Time had left no trace on Chaos. He was still as young and handsome as ever.
His sharp, slanted brows, long and narrow dark eyes that held a keen gleam, thin lips, and chiseled features framed a tall, lean build. Like a hawk in the dead of night, he was aloof and solitary, yet radiated an imposing arrogance.
Even standing alone, he exuded an overbearing confidence that seemed to look down on heaven and earth.
His upper body was bare, and a dragon tattoo writhed across his solid eight-pack abs. But behind him stood not two golden halos, but three.
The largest encircled the