Day seven.
The cell doors opened.
The heavy clatter of iron chains dragged through the cold, gloomy corridor as the members of the Spade Adventure Group were brought out one by one.
Their hands and feet were shackled, and they still bore the wounds left by their resistance over the past few days.
Beasts Pirates pirates escorted them through the dark, narrow corridor and into the great hall of Onigashima.
The hall was brightly lit, thick with the mingled scents of alcohol, blood, and roasting meat. Beasts Pirates members lined both sides.
Some held bowls of liquor, some grinned coldly, and some watched them like prey.
Above.
Kaido sat on an enormous throne, his spiked club resting at his side.
One hand supported his knee while the other held a gourd of liquor, as though he were waiting for a show that had already been arranged.
Ace was dragged out as well.
His wounds had not yet healed, and his steps staggered, but he still forced himself to stand straight.
Seastone chains were fastened around his wrists, making a dull clank with every step.
When he saw Deuce and the others pinned in the center of the hall, his expression truly changed for the first time.
Deuce's face was covered in blood, with stains still wet at the corner of his mouth.
Rock Flow knelt on one knee, veins bulging in both arms as he still tried to force himself upright.
Scar's lip was split and his face deathly pale, yet he continued to glare fiercely at the surrounding pirates.
Wallace was held down by two pirates gripping his shoulders, yet he was still struggling, spewing curses from his throat.
One lens of Mihal's glasses had shattered, but he still stood sideways in front of Bangxi.
Bangxi's eyes were red,