Marineford.
Inside the enormous conference room.
A long table stretched across the center.
Marine soldiers stood all around it.
Yet even within Marine Headquarters, the atmosphere was still so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Because those seated here were not ordinary guests, but the Shichibukai.
At the far left of the table.
Dracule Mihawk sat quietly, Black Blade Yoru resting beside his chair.
He crossed his legs and propped them on the table, his eyes half-closed.
As though everything happening in the conference room had nothing to do with him.
On the left.
Gecko Moria and Bartholomew Kuma's massive figures sat side by side.
Moria was huge, an eerie smile hanging from the corners of his mouth.
Kuma, meanwhile, was silent as a mountain, his broad frame exuding immense pressure.
On the right.
Crocodile held a cigar between his teeth and leaned back in his chair.
His golden hook rested on the armrest, while a faint, cold smirk lingered on his lips.
Boa Hancock sat elegantly, her long legs crossed and her delicate hand supporting her chin.
Her stunning face was filled with undisguised disgust.
And on the far right, the atmosphere was the most off.
Enel and Doflamingo had their foreheads pressed together, close enough to hear each other breathing.
Doflamingo's gaze behind his sunglasses was frighteningly dark.
"Enel..."
He gritted his teeth, his voice low.
"I haven't decided to let you off yet."
Enel grinned, his long earlobes swaying slightly.
That arrogant smile made people's fists itch.
"Pretty cocky, huh..."
"Little flamingo~"
"..."
Veins bulged on Doflamingo's forehead in an instant, and it seemed as if black smoke was pouring from the edges of his sunglasses.
"Fufufufufu..."
He chuckled softly, his fingers curling slightly.
Nearly invisible threads seemed to tremble softly in the air.
Yet Enel was