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The vast hall of Marine Headquarters is shrouded in shadow, the sole illumination a great crystal chandelier suspended above a wide, circular table of dark oak. The air hangs heavy with unspoken threats, carrying the sharp tang of sea salt and spent gunpowder. At the head of the table, Fleet Admiral Sengoku's hands are clenched, his knuckles stark white against the dark wood. Arrayed around him, the Warlords occupy their seats with an air of restless sovereignty—Boa Hancock's perfect lips twisted in contempt, Doflamingo's smile a slash of predatory amusement, and Mihawk's piercing gaze hooded by indifference. From the corner, the soft rhythm of Aokiji's snoring echoes faintly. Sengoku clears his throat, and his voice slices through the low hum of discontent. "We begin." He turns, his st…