High above the battlefield,
a thousand meters up,
the two goddesses sat upon the clouds, watching chaos unfold beneath them.
Liang Bing (Morgana) glanced down after finishing her "friendly reminder" to Doflamingo, then straightened as if nothing had happened.
Kaisha turned, one eyebrow arching, a sly smile on her lips.
"I knew it… You're impossible to trust."
"Didn't you swear you wouldn't meddle in this world's affairs? And what's the first thing you do? Give the little spider a 'helpful tip.'"
Liang Bing pouted, looking away.
"I didn't!"
But her denial was instantly betrayed—her voice from seconds ago echoed through the air like a recording replayed by the wind.
Kaisha crossed one long leg over the other, smile sharpening.
"Still got something to say, you bichi?"
"Demons really are ugly creatures. So pathetic it's almost art."
That hit a nerve.
You can call her ruthless, call her depraved—
but ugly?
Now that was personal.
Liang Bing's eyes flashed.
Her finger lifted—
Rap mode: engaged.
"Kaisha you—! You sanctimonious—! You think your holy— doesn't stink? I— your entire—family—!"
Seven sentences, six mothers, and a family-pack combo at the end.
Kaisha was not one to take verbal fire lying down. She fired back in kind—
and soon, two divine beings of the cosmos were trading insults like schoolchildren over open comms.
Yet even as Liang Bing raged, Kaisha's hand flicked subtly.
A string of encrypted data shot invisibly through the dimensional layer—
straight into Akainu's mind.
"Temporary Data Access: Authorized."
[Unlocking Forbidden Protocols...]
[Flameblade System Integration Complete.]
A blazing red sword—The Sword of Fire—materialized before Akainu, floating in the air.
For the first time in a long while,
the stone-faced Admiral allowed himself a flicker of satisfaction.
"Doflamingo," he said, voice low, molten eyes narrowing,
"You've run out of time."
"Looks like killing you first, then taking Ace, is the most efficient route."
Doflamingo froze.
He'd just been about to slit Ace's throat—when another voice cut in, whispering through his skull.
"That's the Silver Dagger," Liang Bing purred.
"Sharp enough to pierce even a Fourth-Generation God-Body."
"Kill him."
Her tone dripped with venom—and glee.
Kaisha's cold voice snapped across dimensions:
"You dare counter my Flameblade with your toys, bichi?"
"Oh, I dare plenty," Liang Bing sneered.
"You gave the sword—I'll give the dagger. Let's watch this world burn together."
Transmission ended.
Balance destroyed.
A gleaming silver dagger appeared in Doflamingo's hand just as Akainu lunged.
The Admiral's blazing sword came down like divine judgment.
CLANG!
The impact rang like a bell—metal screaming against metal.
Akainu's eyes widened.
It stopped the Flameblade?
That dagger—
it wasn't forged in this world.
Kaisha's words whispered back in his mind:
"The seed of corruption has been sown…"
Akainu's snarl deepened.
"You're one of Morgana's—one of the Spreaders of Corruption and Freedom!"
"Then today, you die."
Lava poured from his shoulders, and the Flameblade's heat surged.
Doflamingo's grin widened even as sweat beaded at his temple.
"Took you long enough to figure it out, Admiral. The Queen commands—your death."
Their blades locked, sparks exploding between them.
Akainu pressed down with raw, furious strength.
Doflamingo's mind spun.
His identity—blown.
His safety—gone.
Every faction in this ocean—Navy, Pirates, even the World Government—would hunt him after this.
Should've stayed out of this mess.
Still, a sliver of comfort remained:
If he could just reach Ronn's tavern, he'd be safe.
That place had protection.
It had the Queen.
It had Ronn.
It felt like home.
"We'll see if you even make it that far," Akainu growled.
His free hand melted into magma—then swung for Doflamingo's head.
The pirate's instincts flared.
Awakening.
The air filled with white threads—thousands of them.
Sixteen hardened, Haki-clad strands lashed out like blades.
BOOOOOOM!
The explosion threw them both apart, blood spilling from their lips.
Neither had bothered defending.
Blow for blow.
Pain for pain.
They crashed together again immediately.
No hesitation. No mercy.
Within minutes, both were covered in wounds—but Doflamingo's were far worse.
Power, Haki, experience—Akainu outclassed him in every way.
And caught in Doflamingo's arm, Ace suffered most of all.
The shockwaves shredded his already broken body further.
Akainu's tone was cold as the grave:
"A pity. If you'd stayed hidden, a few years more, you might've become the Navy's greatest threat."
"But evil like yours won't take root under justice."
He flicked blood from the Flameblade.
"Not while I live."
Doflamingo's teeth gleamed in a bloody grin.
"Justice, evil—it's just perspective."
"Only those standing at the top get to define what's right."
"And the winner's always justice."
They charged again—
—but a new shadow dropped between them.
Shendu.
His clawed hand clutched a limp, half-dead Young Master Demon Dragon under one arm.
The two had been fighting moments ago—
the son's strikes aimed for his father's head, all righteous fury and resentment.
Finally, Shendu had snapped, grinding the boy into the dirt until he stopped moving.
Now he stood before them, eyes glowing red.
Akainu and Doflamingo froze, instinctively bracing.
"Give him to me," Shendu growled, reaching out toward Doflamingo.
"And both of you—shut up."
"I'm in a very bad mood. Kill you or not, even those women in the sky can't save you."
Doflamingo hesitated—but handed Ace over.
Power like this was not something he could defy.
Akainu's brow furrowed, brain spinning through countermeasures.
Shendu didn't even glance their way.
He flashed downward, vanishing to the ground in a blink of speed.
On the battlefield below, Sengoku spotted the dragon's arrival—
and the broken body of Ace under his arm.
He didn't think. He acted.
The golden Buddha surged forth, palm slamming down.
"Impact Wave!"
A rain of light followed—Kizaru, hands crossed, unleashing a storm of Yasakani no Magatama.
Akainu shouted too late.
Even Queen Kaisha couldn't stop that creature—
and now they were charging it head-on?!
Shendu blinked—utter disbelief flashing across his face.
Again?! Can't I save one person in peace?!
And as if fate wanted to prove him right—
Whitebeard and Garp, locked in their own brawl, burst onto the scene.
The moment they saw Ace, mangled and half-dead, fury drowned reason.
Their minds reached the same conclusion:
This monster hurt their son. Their grandson.
No hesitation.
Whitebeard swung Murakumogiri, the air itself cracking.
KRA-KOOM!
The world quaked.
Garp's fist followed, wrapped in Conqueror's Haki, punching through the sky.
Four titanic attacks—Buddha's shockwave, Kizaru's lightstorm, Garp's fist, Whitebeard's quake—
all converged on Shendu.
For a heartbeat, the world froze.
Then—
Rage.
Killing intent.
Pure, exhausted indignation filled the dragon's heart.
Seriously?
I was just saving someone!
Do I even know you people?! Why do you all want me dead?!
Grinding his fangs, Shendu clutched his son tighter,
a green talisman flaring under his scales.
Healing light poured over the fallen dragonling.
Then—pssshh!—he pulled a small spray can from nowhere,
Heart-Softening Mist,
and spritzed the kid once more.
Instant calm.
"Son!" Shendu bellowed through tears,
"They're all trying to kill your dad! Can you, maybe, help me ruin them?!"
The Demon Dragon's eyes snapped open—
kindness and fury twisting together.
Power exploded from him like a storm.
And for the first time that day—
everyone stopped moving.
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