The Endgame

In the dead of night.

A ring of bone-white ghost fire surrounded them, beautiful in a sinister way.

But as Anjelin and Doflamingo looked at the ghost fire, their whole bodies trembled, for each flame represented a powerful undead.

When night fell, or when that dark-red light faded, the Inner World became a veritable paradise for the vengeful spirits.

"This many..."

Doflamingo gazed at the endless sea of undead, his face full of relief. "Good thing they can't get in!"

While fleeing, they had stumbled upon this black stone mountain.

For some reason, not even the most vicious Vengeful Spirit Tyrant dared cross the line, giving them a chance to catch their breath.

"I think... there might be danger here, too. It's too strange! Why don't the vengeful spirits dare come over?"

Anjelin frowned as she surveyed their surroundings.

The black hill stood alone on the plain, its smooth stone gleaming like a series of black mirrors. It reflected the ghost fire outside, surrounded by an eerie halo.

"P-perhaps it's because there's no soil here!"

Jack, standing nearby, added timidly, "Those vengeful spirits all appear from beneath the earth..."

"Hmm, that makes sense!"

Anjelin nodded, but the worry on her face didn't lessen in the slightest. "But it's also possible they don't dare come over because there's an even more terrifying presence here! At the very least, something must have been here before and left its aura behind, enough to intimidate the vengeful spirits."

"Huh? Jack, you're still alive?"

Doflamingo looked as if he'd just discovered a New Continent. "Even the veterans are dead, yet somehow you've survived this long and escaped that sea of vengeful spirits..."

"Maybe I was just lucky!"

The smile vanished from Jack's face, and he slowly backed toward the edge of the stone mountain.

"All