"Thousand Feather Kill!"
Pure white feathers, belonging only to angels, drifted with the wind, dancing a graceful waltz through the air. With the wind's help, the feathers gradually flew toward Nami, but when Laffitte spoke the final word, "Kill," those flawless angelic feathers suddenly turned black!
This was not the effect of Armament Haki!
The white feathers had simply turned black! White angels symbolized mercy, while jet-black feathers belonged solely to darkness!
At that moment, Laffitte, who had wings on his back and a smile on his face, suddenly turned cold. His wings were like they had fallen into a giant dye vat, turning an absolute black at a visible speed! That black seemed capable of swallowing all light! If one did not look carefully, one could not even make out the feathers on them!
The feathers in the air became exceptionally sharp, like exquisitely crafted daggers. With the wind's aid, they flew at incredible speed. Before Nami could even react, dense wounds had already appeared across her body! The cuts were shallow, but there were simply too many of them! Moreover, Nami had the physique of an ordinary person. To an ordinary person, being cut hundreds of times across the body—even if it was not fatal—would bring pain far beyond what most people could endure!
"Ah!"
Nami's clothes instantly took on an extremely fashionable battle-damaged style, and blood quickly stained her skin red. She was afraid of pain; even the slightest pain was usually hard for her to bear. Yet unexpectedly, despite being covered in wounds, she still leaned on her Clima-Tact and forced herself to remain standing!
"Just admit defeat. Lie down obediently and sleep for a while. When you wake up, everything will be fine," Laffitte said softly. Out of consideration for the past connection between his