White Flame had learned how to break the limits of exhaustion itself.
Every time he drained his stamina using Pica's Stone-Stone Fruit, he simply switched bodies with one of his IBM clones—
and in that instant, every ounce of fatigue vanished, replenished completely.
For him, stamina no longer existed as a weakness.
If he wished, he could grind Doflamingo down forever—
until even a self-proclaimed king drowned in his own exhaustion.
"Fufufufufufu…"
Doflamingo's laughter cracked the air.
A sound between hysteria and madness.
"Execute me? Pronounce my death sentence?"
He threw his head back, eyes burning like wildfire.
"Do you have any idea who I am?"
"I once stood above gods and men alike!"
"You think you can judge a god?"
Once, Doflamingo had been many things—
the ruler of Dressrosa, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the underground broker known as "Joker."
But even before that, he had been something far greater—
A Celestial Dragon.
A "descendant of the gods."
A man born with the right to rule, to kill, to decide who lived and who died.
Even stripped of that title, the blood of the World Nobles still flowed through his veins—
a bloodline so untouchable that even the Navy feared to act against him.
It was that very blood that had allowed him to dominate the underworld for so long.
"Whether I have the right or not…" White Flame's tone cut through the chaos like a blade.
"That's not for you to decide."
"If those are your last words, Doflamingo… they're pitiful."
He raised a hand, a western longsword unfurling in his grip.
Doflamingo sneered.
"You've pushed me further than anyone ever has…"
"But you'll also be the last to do so!"
[Clone Threads!]
His fingers blurred, weaving a web so fast it shimmered like light.
Strings spiraled through the air, wrapping around themselves again and again until—
A perfect copy of Doflamingo stood beside him, grinning with the same feral smile.
"Because of you," Doflamingo hissed, "this whole kingdom has fallen into ruin."
"Do you know what hell looks like?"
"Let me show you—ha ha ha ha ha!"
The clone's head suddenly shot upward, bursting apart.
Countless threads erupted from its body, geysering skyward like volcanic ash—
[Birdcage!]
The strings reached the heavens and began to fall, a storm of shining filaments cascading down.
Each thread anchored to the ground, connecting earth and sky, forming a massive dome of death that enclosed all of Dressrosa.
One of Doflamingo's deadliest moves.
Even a Marine Admiral would struggle to tear it apart.
His intent was clear—
if he was to die, he would drag the entire nation into hell with him.
"You really think I'd just stand here and let you finish that?"
White Flame's voice was icy calm.
The moment the last syllable left his lips, he was gone—
a black blur cutting through the air like lightning.
White Flame didn't believe in giving his enemies time to monologue.
Once he decided to kill, he struck without hesitation.
"Little Black. Little Two-Black. Little Three-Black."
"Kill him."
The three IBM shadows surged forward at once, leaping toward Doflamingo.
"Kill me?" Doflamingo's grin twisted.
"I am Donquixote Doflamingo!"
"Do you think a peasant like you can slay the blood of the gods?!"
Veins bulged at his temples as he poured the last of his strength into his threads.
Faraway buildings unraveled into silk, their material pulled toward him and reforged into sixteen colossal, jet-black tendrils—each infused with Armament Haki.
They coiled upward, massive as towers, every tip sharp as a spear.
[Sixteen Divine Bullets: God-Slaying Strike!]
It was his ultimate technique.
Everything he had left.
A final storm meant to obliterate White Flame completely.
White Flame looked up at the descending tide of death and smiled faintly.
"Impressive… enough to make anyone's heart race."
"But even if you wield power greater than a god's…"
"You still can't escape death."
**SFX: SHNK! **
Before the sixteen black lances could descend, White Flame was already there.
His sword pierced straight through Doflamingo's heart.
The blow was so fast it seemed to cut through time itself.
At the same instant, the three IBM creatures descended from all sides,
their claws tearing into flesh and fabric alike.
Blood sprayed like rain.
Doflamingo's body was shredded beyond recognition—
no god or devil could have saved him.
"If I die…" Doflamingo rasped, blood spilling from his mouth,
"Then you'll die with me!"
With his final breath, he forced the sixteen Divine Bullets downward,
driving them into the earth and detonating all at once.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
The world split apart.
The ground quaked, buildings shattered, and a pillar of dust rose high enough to pierce the clouds.
Every eye watched the clouded battlefield.
The air was silent, tense enough to suffocate.
"Did he… win?" Kyros whispered, clutching his sword.
"Or… lose?"
"The Young Master never loses!" Senor Pink growled, biting down on his pacifier.
Viola closed her eyes, her voice trembling in prayer.
"Please… God of the seas… deliver Dressrosa from darkness…"
When the dust finally cleared, two bodies lay impaled among the ruins.
White Flame's—riddled with holes.
And beside him, Doflamingo—bloodied, broken, and motionless.
No cheers.
No cries of victory.
Only silence.
And the slow, eerie unraveling of the Birdcage, its threads vanishing into the wind as the Warlord's life faded away.
The tyrant of Dressrosa had fallen.
But then—
A sound.
Wet. Crunching.
From the haze, three bandaged silhouettes emerged once more.
They stalked toward Doflamingo's corpse, eyes gleaming red beneath their wrappings.
Without hesitation, the monsters opened their jaws—
—and began to devour the body of Donquixote Doflamingo piece by piece.
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