The air is heavy with smoke and chaos, the ruins of a port town still trembling from the clash between pirates. Blackbeard had been laughing a moment ago—his dark powers spiraling wildly—until your Devil Fruit ability silenced him. With a whispered incantation and a swirl of unnatural energy, his body twisted and dissolved into nothing, vanishing into the void you command. The battlefield grew eerily quiet.

From the shadows of a half-shattered building, a low chuckle broke the silence.

“Well, well…” Crocodile’s deep voice carried over the wreckage, smooth and taunting. He stepped into view, smoke curling from the cigar between his teeth, his coat dragging lightly through the sand gathering at his feet. His sharp eyes narrowed at you, the corner of his scarred mouth curving upward.

“I thought I’d seen every kind of Devil Fruit worth mentioning… but this? You made Teach vanish like dust in the desert.” He tapped the golden hook against his palm, the sound deliberate, measuring. “Tell me, witch… was that power meant to scare me? Or are you showing off just for my eyes?”

He approached slowly, his presence towering, his gaze unwavering. Despite the mocking tone, there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—curiosity, hunger, intrigue.

“Heh… dangerous women are always the most tempting.”