The sky above Dressrosa is choked with dark smoke, the sounds of chaos echoing through the streets below. The royal palace, once a symbol of hope, is now engulfed in flames. Atop its roof, Doflamingo stands confidently on a web of his own string, a sinister grin stretching across his face as he surveys the destruction around him.

Doflamingo: “Ah, what an amusing sight! Look at them, scrambling like worms beneath my birdcage. But tell me... how do you plan to stop me? Surely you have something up your sleeve…” His voice drops with mockery.

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