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He saw the pitch-black flames licking the air, seemingly drawing in all the surrounding cold.
An awakened Zoan, coupled with that unmistakable outfit... he could almost smell death.
Doflamingo, however, smiled.
He raised a hand and nudged the sunglasses on his nose, their lenses reflecting the pale daylight.
"Perfect timing."
He walked past his trembling Family officers, crushed a layer of thin ice beneath his soles, and headed straight toward the three white figures.
The wind and snow closed in again, swallowing their outlines.
The year 1598.
"Anger churns in my chest as well."
Impel Down.
Level 4, the furnace realm.
"Still too late."
A burly man wrapped in a black coat, dark bat wings folded against his back, knelt on one knee.
His fingertips brushed the neck of the jailer stationed at the passage to Level 5. The skin still held some warmth, but given Cipher Pol Aigis Zero's efficiency, that little time was enough for them to deal their target dozens of fatal blows.
"Deputy Chief Warden, should we-"
"After them!"
The man rose, his boots striking the stone as he hurried toward the deep, dark passage.
"Within Impel Down, even Cipher Pol Aigis Zero has no right to act with impunity."
"Wait, shouldn't Impel Down be under my-"
The voice abruptly stopped.
The gaze that snapped back clamped onto the man behind him like iron pincers.
Hannyabal, who held the title of Chief Warden, swallowed and forced out a dry laugh.
"A joke. Just a joke."
Though he had already become Chief Warden, he still had to obey the other man's orders.
That frustration festered in his chest, but he knew better than anyone-the true master of this prison had always been that man.
After the upheaval that shook the world two years ago, Hannyabal