Sengoku bided his time, waiting for Magellan to get comfortable and conclude his private business within the restroom. It was only after this discreet interlude that Sengoku arrived at the office. Magellan followed suit, ensuring they were alone.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, have the Navy HQ authorities captured the phantom responsible for the Heavenly Dragons' demise?" Magellan inquired, mindful of the vacant surroundings.
Sengoku shook his head, recounting the unsettling occurrences that had beset the Naval Headquarters. The two high-ranking officials discussed the situation, their concerns growing.
"Warden Magellan, Vice Warden Hannyabal informed me that Impel Down has also witnessed eerie happenings," Sengoku said, his brow furrowed as he strolled along. Hannyabal, who had greeted him earlier, had unveiled a trove of unsettling rumors swirling through Impel Down.
Hannyabal left no detail unspoken, painting a vivid picture of the chaos within the prison. It appeared as though Hannyabal might be attempting to shift blame onto Magellan and relishing the potential repercussions on his position as warden.
Magellan, unaware of these developments, nodded, his anxiety evident. "Indeed, Impel Down is not immune to these strange occurrences."
A brief pause hung in the air as Magellan proceeded to share the peculiar events unfolding in Impel Down.
"Regardless, the situation is dire," Sengoku lamented. "I fear this may be linked to our incarcerated guest, Lucas."
Magellan's confession reinforced Sengoku's suspicions. It was no coincidence. After Lucas had dispatched the enigmatic message, the Naval HQ had been plagued, and all those involved had fallen under suspicion. Now, Impel Down itself was afflicted. There was no denying that Lucas was an extraordinary individual.
"Lucas," Magellan murmured, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. He had harbored doubts about Lucas's involvement with the ghostly occurrences, which was why he had refrained from visiting the prisoner. With Sengoku's arrival, he realized the necessity of confronting this unknown threat with caution.
"It's not too late," Magellan proposed, his resolve firm. "Let's visit Lucas together, and I'll lead the way."
Impel Down's Sixth Level, Eternal Hell, was a place few outsiders knew of, let alone experienced. Its tranquility was shattered by the sudden intrusion of Fleet Admiral Sengoku.
In one of the darkest cells, the clinking of chains resounded, and a pair of eyes snapped open, fixating on Sengoku. The prisoner's eyes transformed into a fiery crimson.
"Sengoku, it's you!" The crimson-eyed inmate clung to the iron bars, pressing his face as close as possible to the cell's confines. He vividly remembered his defeat in the sea at the hands of the Navy and his capture by Sengoku.
He was not alone in his plight. Many prisoners on the Sixth Level had suffered defeat at the hands of Sengoku and Garp in the past. Now they were imprisoned in eternal darkness, their thoughts consumed by vengeance.
The entire Eternal Hell was in turmoil, with some prisoners ecstatic about Sengoku's arrival and others bewildered and intrigued. Even Ace and Jinbei, their indifference palpable, looked on.
"Well, well, Sengoku! What brings you here?" Vasco Shot inquired with a mischievous grin. He couldn't help but wonder if Sengoku had come for Ace. As the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates' second division, Ace was a significant prize.
Vasco Shot's thoughts were not unique; many prisoners contemplated the same possibility. However, to their surprise, Sengoku passed Ace's cell without a second glance.
The prisoners were left baffled. "Could this be about Lucas?" they speculated.
"Does Lucas truly have only a 30 million bounty?" Vasco Shot's lips twitched in disbelief. The thought of a prisoner with such a modest bounty drawing the attention of a Fleet Admiral left him skeptical.
Hushed discussions filled the air as prisoners speculated about Lucas's actual bounty. Could it be 300 million? 1.3 billion? Perhaps even more?
"Welcome, Admiral Sengoku. It's an honor to have you visit. Please, make yourself comfortable," Lucas greeted Sengoku with a welcoming smile, as if hosting a guest in his luxurious cell.
Sengoku was momentarily rendered speechless by the audacity of his confinement. "You're living a life of luxury despite being a prisoner," he remarked, his gaze drifting toward Magellan, the absurdity of the situation leaving him somewhere between laughter and exasperation.
"Magellan, can you explain this?" Sengoku inquired, bewildered by the extravagance within Lucas's cell, which hardly resembled a prison. Plush bedding, opulent furnishings, and sumptuous meals graced the room, while a landscape painting adorned the wall.
Sengoku's gaze implored Magellan, silently asking, "Are you serious? Is this still considered a cell?"
Awkwardly, Magellan scratched his cheek, struggling to provide an explanation under Sengoku's scrutinizing gaze. "I didn't instruct Hannyabal to do this," he admitted, mystified by the sudden transformation of Lucas's cell.
Unbeknownst to Magellan, Sadako and Hanako, Lucas's loyal attendants, had taken it upon themselves to improve his living conditions in Impel Down. To them, their master was of noble descent, and they couldn't bear to see him in such squalor. Over time, their efforts had elevated Lucas's cell to its current opulent state.
However, as Magellan attempted to rationalize the situation, he noticed a disturbing absence. He realized that besides Lucas, there had been another inmate in that cell—Avalo Pizarro. And now, he was nowhere to be found.
"What have you done with Avalo Pizarro, and the others?" Magellan confronted Lucas, his concern mounting.
Editor: I really really hate how long this chaps are, i like reading long chaps but not editing them T-T