Thunder Hell had no lights. Unless someone needed to enter, they did not even light a torch.
It was lightless, damp, and cramped.
But things were different now. Ron had brought a little light to this hell.
Unfortunately, whenever that light appeared, it meant bad news for the prisoners.
Boom... crack!
Lightning burst from the roiling clouds and spread along the iron plates into every cell. For a moment, Thunder Hell was full of prisoners jerking as though they were breakdancing, their screams echoing everywhere. It was quite a sight.
Inside one cell, Lirisk leaned against the wall, eyes wide as he endured the current coursing through him. Only after the lightning faded several seconds later did he let out a heavy breath. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He had bitten through his tongue to keep from screaming like the other prisoners.
Ron felt no sympathy for him. He had brought this on himself.
Sympathy?
He could go to hell and ask its king for some!
After catching his breath, Lirisk finally found the strength to raise his head.
"Heh! I thought you were so confident you wouldn't come to see me."
"Quite the opposite. I'm scared to death right now."
Ron made no attempt to hide it. "But you know I'm not ruled by emotion. I'm absolutely rational. Even when I'm scared to death, my hands won't stop."
Seeing Lirisk about to speak, Ron cut him off. "What do you want to tell me? If it's about Imu's ability, save it. I already have a lead."
Lirisk fell silent. After a moment, he said,
"No. It's about my father."
"Oh? Let's hear it."
Ron really was interested in Oric.
An ability that strange was exceptionally rare.
"The Devil Fruit my father ate isn't listed in the