Across the cityscape, the shadow moved. It wasn't Dio, the vampire. It was Dio, the Founding Calamity. A golden titan whose sheer presence vaporized the clouds.
The music began not with a melody, but with a rhythmic thundering of drums that shook the foundations of the world. Boom-boom. Boom-boom. The war-drums of a dying race. Across the cityscape, the shadow moved
"Hierophant Green," Kakyoin whispered, his voice steady despite the gale. His school uniform fluttered like a tattered cape of a Scout Regiment commander. A golden titan whose sheer presence vaporized the clouds
As the golden titan’s fist descended to crush the tower, the music hit its peak—a glorious, tragic explosion of sound. Kakyoin saw the truth, not through a stand's eyes, but through the path of the wires. The secret of Time wasn't a mystery; it was a wall that needed to be broken. Boom-boom
The clock tower exploded. The emerald light flared one last time, blinding the world. In the silence that followed the final, fading beat of the drum, a single message remained carved into the very fabric of the city: I am still here.