"𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦," softly uttered the doctor.
The diagnosis is clear; Alessia had lost the ability to utter a single word for nearly a month. Her parents, initially unconcerned, grew tense upon hearing the news, overcome by a blend of emotions that the...
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Koala was going to kill him.
She and the second-in-command of the revolutionaries were supposed to be looking for the weapons factory separately, but instead, Sabo had come to his brother's aid, blocking the Admiral's path so he could reach the royal palace and defeat Doflamingo in time.
An intervention that had ended in a fight, which was then interrupted by another intervention, one he still found hard to believe even after seeing it with his own eyes.
"Over there! I see a three-star!"
Amid the cries of armed civilians, Sabo hid behind a cracked column inside the Colosseum.
Now, he was back where he started, accompanied by a woman he could barely make out. A smile spread across his face as he pushed his top hat down over his head.
He had followed her as she handed her Den Den Mushi to a burly man who accepted them with a nod, without a word.
On the way, none of the civilians had noticed her as she had slipped between them.
Sabo might have had time to admire her if he hadn't been busy dodging pitchforks and frying pans. Eventually, he managed to outrun the Dressrosa citizens.
The young woman was walking in front of him, silently scanning the surroundings.
The Coliseum Corrida that once stood proudly beside the King's Plateau in the centre of the kingdom now looked like an old ruin, every arch cracked, if not torn to shreds.
The rest of the foundations, partially destroyed under the ring, barely held the structure together, its fragility only matched by the ominous rumblings and falling stones.
Somewhere, at the end of a corridor, the Colosseum prisoners were locked up, despairing of ever feeling the sun warm their skin again without risking death under their competitors' blades in an upcoming battle.
