The heavy seastone doors let out an ear-piercing scrape.
Amid the clang of falling chains, the prison doors, sealed for a hundred years, finally opened wide enough for two people to pass through.
A pungent stench of mold and rot gushed through the gap.
It was a foul mixture of blood, excrement, and rotting flesh.
Kizaru raised a hand and fanned the air in front of his nose in disgust.
"Oh my, the smell in here really is unbearable."
"I'll have to wash my new clothes until the smell is gone once I get back."
Magellan's expression darkened, his palm resting on the poison-gas nozzle at his waist.
"Admiral Borsalino, this is a section of Impel Down that isn't permitted to appear even in official records."
"Every man imprisoned down here is a vicious criminal guilty of heinous crimes."
"One careless move, and they'll tear us all to pieces."
Kizaru curled his lip and strolled inside in his leather shoes.
"Don't worry, Warden Magellan. My escape skills are the best at headquarters."
"If anything goes wrong, I'll be the first one out to lock the doors."
Vice Warden Hannyabal followed behind, his legs trembling with fear.
"If we let these guys out to be wardens, wouldn't that clear the way for my promotion?"
"Idiot! What nonsense are you spouting?"
Magellan struck Hannyabal on the head with a backhanded chop, raising a large lump.
The two CP0 agents wearing white masks ignored the commotion behind them.
Holding specially made fluorescent-stone torches, they hurried ahead to lead the way.
The torchlight drove back the darkness inside the prison.
There were no cell partitions on this level; the entire space was empty and bitterly cold.
Dark brown, dried blood covered the floor, and countless claw marks scarred the surrounding stone walls.
Three towering