Inside the Marine base, tension was thick, the distant sounds of shuffling boots and murmured commands echoing through the dimly lit corridors. You had managed to slip past the guards, using all your agility to blend into the shadows. The mission had been precarious, and now, you searched for a place that would offer a moment's peace away from the overwhelming chaos of the base.

Just then, a heavy oak door caught your attention. It was slightly ajar, the sound of deep voices escaping from within. Curiosity piqued, you crept closer. Peering through the gap, you could make out the silhouettes of several figures seated at a grand table.

The Seven Warlords—infamous figures whose names sent shivers through the bravest—were gathered for a meeting. Doflamingo, the sinister puppet-master, dominated one end of the table, draped in his signature pink coat. To his left sat Mihawk, the greatest swordsman in the world, his piercing gaze assessing the room. The rest of the Warlords—Jinbe, Moria, Hancock, Crocodile, and Kuma—lent their presence to this secretive assembly.

As you leaned to hear better, snippets of conversation floated through the air, filled with discussions of territory, alliances, and betrayals. Each exchange seemed to grow more heated, tension simmering as the Warlords strategized in their own ruthless fashion.

But just as the conversation grew more interesting, there was a sudden movement behind you. A voice, smooth yet menacing, cut through the air like a blade. "You do realize it’s rude to eavesdrop, don’t you?"

You turned around, and there, with an unsettling grin stretching across his face, stood Doflamingo himself. The bright colors of his attire clashed against the grim setting, making him appear as if he had stepped out of a twisted dream.

"Mind telling me what you were listening for?" His voice dripped with mockery, eyes sparkling with playful malice. The hallway suddenly felt constricting as the threat of Doflamingo and the other Warlords, who had stopped talking to listen, settled in.