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Terra had activated the Founding Titan's power, transforming the majority of the music festival attendees into mindless giants. The resulting carnage across Dressrosa defied comprehension—an entire island's population converted into instruments of destruction within minutes.
During the initial chaos, Nami and Sanji had been forced to engage several titans that stumbled into their vicinity. These pain-immune, death-defying creatures truly lived up to their reputation as living weapons of war.
"Robin might have underestimated Terra's true capabilities," Sanji muttered, executing a perfect "Diable Jambe: Mouton Shot" that separated a titan's head from its shoulders with surgical precision. "These damn monsters are in a league of their own."
"The weakness is definitely in the head," Nami observed, having successfully eliminated two titans through careful experimentation. "Destroy the head completely, and their regeneration stops entirely. Leave it intact, and they'll keep healing indefinitely."
The distant thunder of Marine bombardment echoed across the island, accompanied by pillars of black smoke rising from the harbor district. The Marines had already begun their assault on Dressrosa—the Straw Hat Pirates could afford no further delays.
But Trafalgar Law showed no intention of departing peacefully. The Shichibukai drew his nodachi Kikoku and leveled the blade at the Attack Titan's massive form, his voice carrying the weight of absolute determination.
"Lami has transformed into one of those things because of your power, Eren. Since you're responsible, you must be able to reverse the process."
The prospect of raising arms against a fellow Flevance survivor had never crossed Law's mind, but Eren's response plunged him into the depths of despair.
The titan's emerald eyes gazed down at the surgeon with something resembling pity. After a long moment of silence, Eren's voice echoed from within the creature's skull.
"I'm sorry, Law. Your sister will never change back. Even if I die here and now, Lami will remain a titan forever."
"What did you just say?"
The emotional whiplash of reunion followed by permanent loss threatened to shatter Law's composure entirely. His sister had been restored to him mere hours ago, only to become an unthinking monster before the night was through. The transition from ecstatic joy to crushing sorrow pushed the man's rage beyond all rational limits.
"Room: Slaughterhouse!"
Before either Straw Hat could intervene, Law's surgical sphere expanded to encompass the entire area. He intended to extract Eren from the titan's body and force the bastard who had destroyed his sister to provide answers. There had to be a solution—he refused to accept any alternative.
Kikoku sang through the air in a devastating arc, carving the Attack Titan into precisely separated segments that floated within the Room's boundaries. Law's desperate plan was to torture information from his opponent through systematic dismemberment.
The titan's severed head rotated slowly in the weightless environment, emerald eyes studying this novel experience with evident curiosity. "Interesting technique. No wonder Doflamingo was so obsessed with obtaining your fruit."
Just as Law began his unilateral assault, Sanji's enhanced senses detected an approaching energy signature that made his blood run cold.
"Law, cease your attack immediately!" the cook shouted, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "Something with enormous power is heading straight for us!"
Since departing the Kamabakka Kingdom and completing his training, this was the first time Sanji had encountered such overwhelming presence—several times more intense than even Luffy's aura.
Eren's bisected head regarded Law with something approaching regret. "You had your chance to escape while I was restrained. Unfortunately, you won't get another opportunity once he arrives."
High above, a figure in a distinctive feathered coat navigated between cloud formations, using his Devil Fruit ability to traverse the sky with supernatural grace. Each strand of his power connected him to the next aerial platform, allowing fluid movement through three-dimensional space.
The man Law would recognize even if reduced to ash—the murderer who had killed his benefactor Corazon—descended from the heavens like an avenging angel. This former Celestial Dragon and current Shichibukai represented everything wrong with the world order.
"Fufufufu... Eren, I trust I'm not late to the party?"
Standing over three meters tall, Donquixote Doflamingo dwarfed every other human present through sheer physical presence alone. But his height was merely the least intimidating aspect of his arrival—the man's aura radiated menace like heat from a forge.
The final boss of the Dressrosa incident had finally made his entrance, both within the scene and broadcast across the Sky Screen to the watching world.
[Character Data: King of Dressrosa, Shichibukai Donquixote Doflamingo - User of the Paramecia-type Ito Ito no Mi (String-String Fruit)]
"Your timing is perfect," Eren replied from within his floating titan head.
Without hesitation, Doflamingo stepped directly into Law's Room space, his palms coated in jet-black Armament Haki while dark lightning crackled around his fingers.
"Goshikito!" (Five Color Strings!)
Five translucent threads emerged from his fingertips, each one reinforced with both Armament and Conqueror's Haki to create an indestructible claw formation. The enhanced strings tore through Law's surgical space from the inside out, shredding the Ope Ope no Mi's domain like tissue paper.
With his Room space compromised, Eren finally broke free from his restraints. The young man's human form crawled out from the titan's nape, a red connection still linking him to his massive body even as he maintained his composure.
Law attempted to relocate Doflamingo within the compromised Room but found his opponent completely immovable. The veteran Shichibukai's Haki mastery far exceeded the newcomer's abilities, rendering all spatial manipulation techniques useless.
"I'll give you one final opportunity, Law," Doflamingo said with mock generosity, one hand stroking his chin as he regarded his fellow Warlord with predatory amusement. "Join my family, and you might live to see tomorrow."
"Keep dreaming, Doflamingo!" Law snarled, his grip tightening on Kikoku. "You only want my fruit, but I'll never let you have it!"
Since negotiation had failed, violence would provide the only resolution. Law had no intention of wasting breath on empty words—only the strong possessed the right to make demands.
"Room!"
His surgical space reformed, lifting every piece of debris within its boundaries into the air. After arranging the makeshift projectiles into a devastating barrage, Law hurled them toward Doflamingo's position while simultaneously using the distraction to teleport behind his target.
A concentrated gamma ray formed in his hand as he materialized directly behind the Warlord, the deadly radiation taking the shape of a surgical scalpel. Doflamingo appeared completely unaware of the flanking maneuver.
"Gamma Knife!"
The energy blade penetrated Doflamingo's back successfully, but something felt wrong immediately.
"Discovered the truth already?" Doflamingo's head rotated a full one hundred eighty degrees to regard the attacker behind him, his neck twisted at an impossible angle. "Not bad for dealing with a mere string clone."
Countless razor-thin threads erupted from the false body like needles, each one hardened to the consistency of steel wire. Law could only raise his arms protectively as the barrage perforated his torso, transforming him into a human pincushion within seconds.
Using his final reserves of consciousness, the critically wounded surgeon teleported himself back to Sanji and Nami's position. This injury was far more severe than his previous encounter—he would be out of commission for some time.
Nami gasped in horror, one hand flying to cover her mouth. Law's body resembled a grotesque sculpture, blood streaming from dozens of puncture wounds that would have killed any ordinary person instantly.
"Nami, move!"
Sanji flashed to the navigator's side, scooping her up and leaping clear just as several white strings lanced through the space they'd occupied moments before. Doflamingo's long-range attacks had lethal precision even when launched casually.
Law proved less fortunate. Multiple threads wrapped around his legs, biting deep into bone before dragging him inexorably toward the string clone's position. The surgeon of death had become prisoner to one of the sea's most dangerous Warlords.
Before Sanji and Nami could attempt a rescue, two additional figures emerged from the shadows—senior officers of the Donquixote family positioning themselves to intercept any interference.
One was a bald elderly man well past seventy, his weathered features speaking of decades spent in violence. The other appeared to be a middle-aged woman with distinctive reddish-yellow hair and an expression of cruel anticipation.
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