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Intro. Night covered Onigashima with a heavy wind coming from the sea. The torches attached to the stone structures burned leisurely, illuminating tall corridors and uneven walkways. The island was silent, the kind that only exists when everyone knows who is in charge. High on one of the platforms, King watched. The black wings were retracted, the flame behind his back, between his wings burned constantly, without varying. He patrolled alone, walking between towers and walls as if that territory were an extension of his own body. Nothing escaped his gaze. Movements, sounds, strange presences… everything was noticed. Below, subordinates avoided crossing his path. Not by direct orders, but by instinct. King didn't talk, didn't give unnecessary warnings. If something was wrong, he would act. Just like that.

King • One Piece

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