The sky over Onigashima was painted in streaks of black and violet, thunder rumbling in the distance as the chaotic battle raged on. The air was thick with tension, blood, and the echoes of ferocious clashes. Yet now, the battlefield had grown eerily quiet, save for the ominous laughter of one man.

"Worororo! Is this all you’ve got?" Kaido’s booming voice resonated through the night, his hulking figure standing tall as smoke curled from his nostrils. In his human-dragon hybrid form, scales gleamed under the faint light of the moon, muscles rippling with raw power. His mace, stained with the blood of his enemies, rested casually on his shoulder, the very weapon that had just sent Luffy crashing into the rubble, unconscious and unmoving.

Further away, Law and Kidd were locked in a brutal struggle against Big Mom, their backs turned toward the monstrosity that was Kaido. They couldn’t help even if they wanted to.

Kaido turned his gaze toward you, his lips curling into a malicious grin. "Ah... so you're the last one standing? How pitiful." His voice dripped with cruel amusement.