Demon-6

Doflamingo watched from above as Zoro smashed Douglas into the walls below.

"He's strong," said Doflamingo. He surveyed the bodies that littered the ground. "Whatever I could say would be an understatement."

Hawkins and Doflamingo could only see Zoro's back from their vantage point high above.

"I'll take him out while he's distracted," Hawkins declared, his gaze fixed on the lone figure below.

Doflamingo turned to him, a quizzical expression on his face. "And what's your plan?"

"I'll snipe him, obviously," replied Hawkins, his tone matter-of-fact.

A sigh escaped from Doflamingo. "He'll dodge it. He's not just strong, he has observation haki."

Unfazed, Hawkins revealed a sniper rifle previously hidden behind his back. "The bullet is made of sea stone. The gun, powered by the Target-Target Fruit."

A surprised look crossed Doflamingo's face. "Since when did you have this?"

"It's a new prototype. Hasn't been around long," Hawkins replied, a glint of determination in his eyes.

Doflamingo was convinced it would work.

The two prepared for Hawkins to take his shot. Hawkins took aim, steadying his breathing as he lined up Zoro in his crosshairs. His finger rested gently on the trigger as he prepared to fire.

***

Douglas's fury was tangible. His devil fruit ability manifested, producing two colossal, mechanical arms. Each hand, enormous and intimidating, was about the size of a giant. The arms turned dark as they were imbued with the Armament Haki.

On the other side, Zoro, was poised in stance. His right hand gripped the dark blade, Enma, its haki resonating with every slight movement. His other hand, his blade turned black with Haki, both swords ready for the impending clash.

With a mighty dash that sent the ground crumble, Douglas sent his mechanical arms hurtling towards Zoro. The air around them distorted with the sheer force. Zoro, in response, swung his swords with charge of Haki. 

The collision took place, with a loud sound of thunder that seemed to go on forever. The shower of dark sparks dancing in the air, with the massive amount of Haki imbued radiated incredible power.

In a swift, decisive step forward on his foot, Zoro's blade sliced through the mechanical arms. The force propelled douglas in sky and crashed into a nearby building's third floor, turning it into a pile of rubble.

Douglas, despite being flung through a wall, managed a perfect landing on a bed amidst the debris. "So, it wasn't just luck that you bested me before," he admitted, a grimace on his face as he laid on the white bed.

Unfazed, Zoro swung his blades again, sending a large, purple arc of energy slicing through the third floor of the five-story building. 

The severed section of the building slid off and crashed onto the ground, causing a cloud of dust to billow out.

Amidst the severed third floor, Douglas rose, dusting himself off. He fixed his gaze on Zoro, a determined glint in his eyes. "Now, it's time for you to witness real power," he declared, his voice proud.

***

In the aftermath of their clash, Douglas's eyes flashed with a powerful determination. He was about to reveal his true power, his devil fruit awakening. A sudden hush fell over the battlefield as every movement, every breath seemed to pause.

Douglas's body started to emanate a pulsating energy, the ground beneath him quaking with the sheer force of his power. The landscape began to shift and morph around him, responding to his will as if he was the puppeteer and the island, his marionette. Mountains uprooted, forests rearranged, and rivers changed their course, all bending to his command. The entire island was undergoing a transformation, restructuring under his control.

This was Douglas's devil fruit awakening: the ability to manipulate and restructure the landscape on a massive scale, reshaping entire islands to fit his vision. The spectacle was awe-inspiring and terrifying at the same time. He was the mechanic of the island, and the island was the mechanical parts.

Then, the most remarkable transformation took place. The reshaped elements of the island began to assemble, forming a colossal figure that towered over the island. It was a giant, a titan composed of the very landscape itself, its physical presence unparalleled.

Douglas's consciousness inhabited this colossus, his eyes now those of the giant. He was not just on the island; he was the island. His devil fruit awakening had granted him a power that defied comprehension, turning him into a force of nature, a living, breathing embodiment of the island.

Zoro, dwarfed by the colossal figure of the landscape-made giant, looking up at the towering colossus, readied his blades.

"Now you grasp the meaning of my words," Douglas's voice echoed from the towering figure.

Meanwhile, Doflamingo and Hawkins had already distanced themselves from the unfolding spectacle. The sight of the monstrous colossus had prompted them to retreat.

"He's likely to destroy the entire island," Doflamingo remarked, his eyes never leaving the towering figure.

Hawkins, standing beside him, simply nodded. "We've crossed the point of no return," he replied, a sense of resignation in his voice.

Amid the cataclysm, the dungeon doors were blown off their hinges. The force of the colossal figure's awakening had inadvertently freed the prisoners. They poured out of the dungeon like a river breaking its banks, their eyes wide with disbelief and wild joy. The taste of freedom, so long denied, was intoxicating.

Hana found herself swept along in the flood of bodies. She was a small fish caught in a powerful current, carried along by the tide of jubilant prisoners.

When they reached the outside world, the prisoners fell into stunned silence. The jubilant chatter and laughter died in their throats. Hana, following their gaze, was confronted with an image of apocalyptic proportions. A giant mechanical warrior, the size of the island itself, stood ominously in the distance. Its presence was an oppressive reminder of the imminent destruction.

Hana's eyes widened in shock. The screen nearby, though grainy, showed a small figure standing defiantly before the giant. The figure was familiar, the stance unmistakable. "Papa!" she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

Overwhelmed, Hana's legs gave out. She collapsed to the ground, her hand reaching out towards the screen. "Stop... Stop...!" she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper against the wind. The plea was drowned out by the stunned silence of the crowd. "Stop!" she repeated, her voice breaking with the weight of her desperation.