"Did you feel it? Your family was already dead."
Azure Heaven and Yellow Springs in Adams's hand was coated in Conqueror's Haki, making the air around its blade emit a constant, faint wail. Yet he did not attack. He merely watched Doflamingo calmly from across the way.
"Aren't you running? If you fled with all your strength, you should be able to survive with the powers of your String-String Fruit."
He wanted to see what choice this man, who had gained countless admirers among certain groups, would make when he truly faced a dead end.
Would he, like those defeated dogs, humiliate himself and wag his tail for the sake of survival? Or would he... be a little different?
Of course, he was only saying that. If Doflamingo truly turned around and exposed his back to him, Adams would absolutely let him experience being instantly crushed into a pulp by Gravity Torrent without the slightest hesitation.
"Fuffuffuffuffu... Run away!? What stupid nonsense are you talking about?"
Doflamingo let out his trademark laugh. He raised his head and looked toward the eastern horizon, which was about to be stained red by the rising sun.
The first glimmer of light had already pierced the darkness, painting the edges of the clouds like burning flames.
How similar this sight was.
Just like that night twenty-one years ago. When his identity as a Celestial Dragon had been exposed, when his family had been tied to a wall by the lowly commoners they had once regarded as insects, surrounded by blazing torches and about to be burned alive...
Against that backdrop of desperate flames, he had awakened Conqueror's Haki—the power hailed as the qualification of a king—for the first time.
From that moment on, Doflamingo had sworn that he would kill every person who showed