Signs of Activity

Donquixote Doflamingo stood on the airship's deck, gazing through the thick clouds before him at the fortified base standing alone in the waters below.

Moonlight spilled over the base's spires, gleaming coldly.

The airship glided steadily through the sky, followed by a fleet of small Donquixote Family warships.

On every warship's deck, the members prepared for the coming storm.

"Finally here."

A cold smile tugged at Donquixote Doflamingo's lips as his fingers unconsciously rubbed the tie before him, a symbol of his status—his unrivaled authority.

He took a deep breath, as though savoring the excitement of the approaching battle. The anger within him had long since been kindled.

"This base is poorly defended."

Donquixote Doflamingo turned, his voice cold and merciless.

"All we need is one lethal strike."

"Young master, once we get moving, this is going to be immensely satisfying."

Trebol stood beside him, his low voice carrying an air of ease and trust.

His languid posture seemed untouched by the tension, but the faint gleam in his eyes betrayed his anticipation.

Donquixote Doflamingo gently raised his hand, his fingertips sweeping through the air with a faint sound.

His gesture was concise and forceful, conveying an unquestionable command.

"Shadow Squad, move out."

His tone was filled with cold resolve, as though he had prepared thoroughly for everything about to unfold.

At once, the Shadow Squad behind him silently dispersed.

Several figures leaped from the airship like ghosts, swiftly melting into the darkness.

Without a sound or a moment's hesitation, they moved with the precision of a script rehearsed countless times.

Donquixote Doflamingo did not rush into action. He stood at the bow, his gaze fixed on the base as his earlier words echoed in his mind:

"Whatever else I am, I'm still a member of the Neo Marines. Yet