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The battlefield silently lost its color, turning into a surging tide of pale threads.
Doflamingo tugged with all ten fingers, sending waves of thread surging toward the figure wielding twin swords.
A cold, metallic sheen flowed over the threads, sharp enough to slice through the scales of deep-sea beasts. "Spiderweb tricks."
The twin swords traced silver arcs in her hands, effortlessly cleaving the oncoming tide of threads.
Wherever the blades passed, threads reinforced with Armament Haki Hardening snapped like cotton.
"Who gave you permission to enter this domain?"
Her voice carried a familiarity and contempt that belonged to another world.
And that mismatch in understanding was precisely the prelude to the trap.
The instant her sword light tore through the outer waves of thread, ten inky currents erupted from the white! Wreathed in black-red lightning, they twisted inward from entirely different angles-the presence of Conqueror's Haki tore a series of sharp crackles through the air.
Imu's figure faltered slightly. For some reason, the warnings of her Observation Haki fell silent at that moment.
The black threads tightened, scraping showers of sparks from her black robe without cutting into it in the slightest.
"Interesting."
She let go.
The two ** did not fall. Instead, they traced bizarre, angular paths through the air, shooting out as though guided by invisible hands.
This was no sword-control technique, but some far more insidious form of targeting-once marked, the target would be pursued until death.
Before Imu had finished speaking, a sudden chill from behind made her pupils contract.
It was no ordinary killing intent, but a pressure condensed to its utmost limit, enough to nearly freeze the marrow. Silent and soundless, it had already pressed against her back.
The hem of a black haori left an afterimage in the air.
The sound of