On the battlefield outside Flevance.
Doflamingo's expensive black suit had long since turned into beggar's rags, hanging tattered from his body and revealing the lean, powerful muscles beneath, covered in charred wounds. Some injuries were so deep that bone was visible, with wisps of black smoke still rising from their edges.
He opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of black smoke reeking of scorched electricity. Behind his sunglasses, his pupils remained fixed on the green-haired girl in the air, who looked as if a thunder god had descended upon the world.
For some reason, ever since he had first seen this girl, Doflamingo had been haunted by a strange feeling. It was as though he had lost someone incredibly important, and a hollow sense of melancholy would occasionally sweep through his heart. The feeling made him deeply uncomfortable.
Monet's expression was cold, her long hair dancing amid the lightning. She drew the longbow formed from condensed lightning in her hand once more, and dozens of arrows made entirely of golden thunder instantly appeared along the bowstring.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
The lightning arrows shot toward Doflamingo from different angles and along different paths, raining down on him and sealing off every possible route of escape.
Doflamingo snorted. His powerful Observation Haki spread out, accurately predicting the flight path of every lightning arrow.
He swung his crimson whip, slashing at the arrows.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!
The lightning arrows exploded the instant they were struck. Blinding clusters of golden current burst through the air, while surging shockwaves mixed with rampaging electricity swept up the thick snow and countless clouds of dust from the ground. In an instant, they obscured most of the battlefield and blocked both sides' vision.
"An opening!"
A sharp glint flashed in Doflamingo's eyes behind his