Auction House

Elara, Anya, and Lyra, their hearts filled with a mixture of anger and determination, devised a plan to infiltrate the human auction house. They knew that the World Government was a formidable foe, but they were determined to bring justice to those who had been wronged.

Elara, with her time-bending powers, and Lyra, with her newfound Conqueror's Haki, would sneak in through the back, using their skills to bypass the guards and reach the auction chamber. Anya, with her charisma and her Cartomancy fruit, would pose as a potential buyer, gaining access to the auction and gathering information.

Elara and Lyra, their movements silent and swift, slipped through the back alleys of Sabaody, their senses heightened, their eyes scanning for any sign of danger. They navigated the maze of buildings, their footsteps muffled by the shadows, their bodies moving with a grace that belied their determination.

They reached the back of the auction house, a seemingly impenetrable wall of stone and steel. But Elara, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light, had a plan. She used her time-bending powers to create a pocket of time dilation around the wall, slowing down the flow of time and allowing her and Lyra to slip through the cracks.

Anya, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement, entered the auction house. She had never been a fan of the World Government, but she had never imagined that they would stoop to such a level of depravity.

She presented herself as a wealthy noblewoman, her clothes shimmering with jewels, her voice dripping with arrogance. She was a master of deception, a skilled manipulator, and she knew how to play the game.

She entered the auction chamber, a room filled with wealthy nobles, corrupt officials, and ruthless pirates. The air was thick with the scent of greed and the sound of hushed whispers.

Anya, her eyes scanning the room, noticed a group of slaves, their faces etched with fear and despair. They were chained together, their bodies bruised and battered, their spirits broken.

Anya, her heart clenching with a pang of sympathy, knew that she had to help them. She had to rescue them, she had to free them, she had to give them back their lives.