Requiem, Part 1
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Chapter 30: Requiem, Part 1
Sakura was in pain. And yet she couldn't help but smile.
It was an odd feeling- to be subjected to agony and yet pull through despite it. It was not something unusual, not when her life was so unusual. Bizarre and yet, in the past, horrible. Despair was no novelty to her, and this form of self-burning just rekindled in her a sense of vengeance that transcended what she had felt as a child.
She remembered it all. Zouken, the worms- it was all crawling within her together with sins that she became bearer of. Sakura's anger was eternal, and matching Goetia's lust for power. Two wrathful entity, one driven by construction and one shaped by pain and then cast by familial kindness.
A puppet against a puppet. A monster against a monster.
But while that should equate to matching powers, Sakura's advantage was not absolute as her current stand. The way ｢One Vision: Absolute｣ worked was weakened by the inner transformation that was turning her into the truest Calamity, akin to Goetia himself. Yet, the Stand prevented her full transformation by protecting the inner core of her emotions. The purest form of her soul was not surrendering to the Beast growing from within.
Her amusement skyrocketed just as she was slammed once more by one of the walls of the Roman arena, her teeth and lips stained in her own blood as she roused from her own seemingly frail position and regained momentum against her current Enemy. Between the two, Goetia was the one that had a short-term advantage. He was the strongest of the two, yet he was also the least prepared for fighting.
Sakura was experienced, albeit just barely more than the Solomon-built entity. She knew how to fight, and her current limited power, her Curse of Disbelief, was slowly eroding Goetia's own capacity to rely with his own power. Without his Beliefs, Goetia would be unable to rely on his inner strenght. There would be no Morale, there would be no drive. Only sorrow within his newfound incapacity to understand his current madness.
But the more Sakura fought, the more she felt her body faltering and her spirit fleeting as the malicious intent bubbling within her mind was taking over her weakened self. It was a like a massive worm swallowing her whole. Her despair souring, her smile losing personality as it was replaced by the input of something else and then, right as she managed to punch Goetia's ribs once again and compress his chest until he was unable to do much for a while, her eyes blinked closed as something else took over her.
She tried to fight off, to reclaim something that was hers to have, but that feeling was lost to her. She was drowned into the depths of her own unease and nervousness, the shock driving her deeper with no visible chance of remerging from that familiar dark mud that took her individual self from the equation.
The need to sleep increased, Sakura's mind persisting but close to falter entirely to the demand. She had failed to see the issue until it was too late... or maybe not. A moment, then, as reality continued to fracture, she felt her lulled body taken to something that wasn't familiar to her. She felt carelessly dropped onto a cold ground... yet her head rested on something soft.
Legs?
"Good grief, Sakura."
She would have gone rigid at that as she recognized that voice.
Dad...
She wanted to tell him she was sorry. How this all came to explode into something she wasn't prepared for. That, even at her best, she was struggling and that her best wasn't enough. She felt embarrassed as her father told her how being too bold would risk her so much. Sakura felt chided by life in a way that she should have already learned. The beating, the pain, the sorrow- it was all like when she was a little girl. How frail she was, how she had to be taken away by those that were old enough to be strong and face the monster that was hurting her.
Sakura grew up, and yet her admiration for her father never stopped- it grew into something of an obsession: she wanted to be as strong as he was- in mind, in soul, and in body. She trained, she read, she tried to pull the same stoic faces as he would do, but, even with that, she was not strong enough. She failed and it was the whole world paying for it. Sakura felt tears forming faster as the familiar large palm owned by Jotaro caressed her face, pulling away a few locks resting on her forehead as his thumb calmly rubbed there in comfort.
"You didn't fail."
She did. She let the monster take over, she allowed her pain to lead her into her own damnation and-
"Yet you still survive," Jotaro muttered within that dream. "You are alive."
She was but... why?
"Why not? Why are you giving up?"
I failed-
"Did you? Are you going to accept defeat even now that you live? Don't you remember what I told you many times? You may not be related to blood to me, but you are my daughter," Jotaro remarked. "You are someone I took in my family wanting nothing more but one thing. For you to survive, endure, and be better than anyone. Even me."
Dad, I-
"You have failed no one. You didn't fail me, your mother, your sister- not even those others in our family and those friends of ours and yours. You live, Sakura, and right now you need to make a choice. Will you make that step you know you need to take- to grow up from that shadow of mine you cast over yourself, or will you give up because you can't grow up?"
Her sobbing didn't stop, she felt completely upset by this- she felt deprived, rightfully so, of the choice. It wasn't fair... but life was never fair. And she stumbled on this mess in the first place. Had she been more careful- had she remained out of this mess... maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe. Yet she still walked this path because it was... right. It was bad how things unfolded, but she wasn't done yet.
Kujo Sakura was still alive and strong, and unwilling to give up to Goetia and, worse, her own darkness. It was still taunting her, calling her weak and frail. Yet, the more she wondered about her current strength, she felt something tapping her out of despair itself: hope. Hope to make things right- hope to not become the monster that Zouken wanted her to turn into- hope to give the world another chance at all costs.
It felt like a surge of energy, the darkness vanishing and Jotaro no longer here. No, he was never here. It was a shadow that lurked by her side, reminding to her how it was time to make that big step. And how this was going to change everything. As much as it pained her to do this, she was ready. She felt ready and thus... she emerged from her own darkness.
It all happened so suddenly. The malicious influence trying to fight her off, but Sakura showing no hesitation in tearing everything down with the help of the very thing that stuck to her to the very end. The manifestation of her fighting spirit, her Stand, her ｢One Vision: Absolute｣- With its mighty 'ORAs', the humanoid shredded into the attempts to keep her down.
No more she would let her own fear and anger dictate her decisions. The world of darkness collapsed as she soon found herself in a different situation. Drained, yet her body was still working just as Goetia's. The King of Demons was faltering, yet he seemed to slowly recover as the Beast of Disbelief abandoned the field and left behind a very driven Kujo Sakura.
"You fool! You allowed that power to leave you and now I shall-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence. A villain so dramatic and dangerous didn't deserve as much. He didn't notice how immediate her Stand could move, nor that he was already struck with a fist. The punch slammed, but Goetia didn't recoil because he felt his world fixed within reality itself as a single point. Confusion emerged and then, as if his soul vanished, his body started to falter in dark mist. Confusion, panic, he tried to hold onto the knowledge that the rest of the Demon-Pillars survived, but all those around him perished. An immediate erasure of concept, Sakura had wanted them to disappear and for Reality to slowly repair.
Goetia realized only as the process was underway- Sakura's plan was to use the Demon-Pillars as batteries for Gaia and Alaya to work on fixing the damage. They have been found, they have been marked and their capacity to outpace the Will of the Planet and of Mankind was no longer there to protect them. The King of Demons tried to throw one last insult, but he knew that his existence was now over as his world collapsed around him. Goetia roared, but it was a feeble noise against a quiet reckoning within Sakura's heart.
She smiled, the cracks patching themselves as the world started to fix itself for good as the damage caused by Goetia was properly mending itself back to an original status quo. Her relief was brief, the girl noticing two elements within the vast capacity of her euphoric Stand which shook her to the core. First was Giorno, he was winning with a golden shine that went beyond her expectation and then... she felt him. And he noticed her back.
Sudden and yet he was now out of her sight right as the input reached back to her. Recognition, familiariaty and... confusion.
...Dio is here?
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Giorno wasn't sure how the Arrow was meant to work, but he didn't hesitate to use it on his Stand. He craved not the power it offered, but rather wanted to have everything that was within reach that could break Diavolo for good.
He was tired- too tired to accept the madness of the former boss of Passione as forgivable with a 'dull' punishment. Death was too kind, not because he felt enticed to be an executioner, but because Diavolo's greatest crime was now causing the potential end of the world. And there was nothing more horrid than imagining innocents being dragged into this shift of power. The way he clung to the insanity that was the rupture of reality as a whole... Giorno had no choice, Diavolo had to die.
And when he felt ｢Gold Experience｣ shift from its previous form and into something new. He spared it a glance, and he felt it- His Stand maturing into the perfect representation of hiw will upon the world itself. Diavolo noticed, and moved to a speed Giorno was sure ｢Gold Experience｣ would have not matched in its normal state of self. This version of his Stand, easily smacked the approaching punches away and drove a fist right onto ｢King Crimson｣'s stomach.
Diavolo felt the painful hit slam into his belly, forcing him to bend slightly forward.
｢Gold Experience Requiem｣ had many similar features like the original stand, including the ladybugs on its hands and the oblong grooves across its body. Its head now extended into pointed tips with the back of the head hollow, giving it the appearance of a crown or a flower that's grown up and bloomed. Its eyes were peculiar as its 'eyeballs' were embedded in cross-like structure within slanted sockets, showing a degree of autonomous thinking superior to its original self. It also had an extended ridge collar on the back of its neck and several indentations and various other patterns covering its body.
And his Stand wasn't the only thing that 'evolved' through that interaction with the Arrow.
Mordred had experienced changes too as her armor was now thicker, and her Clarent had turned into a spiral lance akin to the one used by her father, the energy coming from it purer and clearer. The Goddess-Tyrant grunted as her enemy suddenly showed a degree of power that either matched or overwhelmed her current capacity, frustrated by the sight yet showing hints of pride at the sight of her child now bearing the truest appearance of a king.
"Father, it's time for you to go back to the Throne of Heroes."
"I will not yield so easily, Mordred," Artoria promised, shifting her lance and rushing forward, expecting to be met with a clash.
What she found was, however, more one-sided than she expected. Especially when a sphere of pink mana slammed onto her armor and shattered part of the piece around her free hand. She paused, confusion roused by the unexpected attack, yet her eyes narrowing at the cause of it all.
Nursery Rhyme had 'grown', with her appearance mostly unchanged, but now no longer a child as she stood close in height to Giorno and her expression no longer holding innocence towards her current foe, but anger.
"A King, you are not. Alice can see how frantic you are right now, how fragile your ego is. But alas, the reason why I have to disappoint the fair King Mordred is not because of disrespect," The Caster hummed politely, noticing Mordred's irritated look at having her interrupt. "Children are going to die if she is not defeated. That, as my duty as shielder of the childhood, can't be set aside. Apologies, Mordred, but I will take part to this war of yours in the name of goodness and truth."
Disappointing for Mordred, but bearable within the reasoning she was given. Artoria was shocked by this, and while part of her wanted to protest, she didn't have a chance to. Mordred blurred with her pace, zeroing the distance between their distance, cleanly slamming her Rhongomyniad onto her shoulder and successfully detaching the arm connected to her weapon.
Sudden and so powerful, but not as powerful as the barrage of magic that further devoured at her armor. It was brutal and none of this felt like a duel. And why would it? The thought was motivated by the reality she was trying to protect, the twisted desire not even in her worst day she could have imagined. As dreadful this conduct was from her own span, Artoria recognized the need to make it less of a duel and more of a war. And one that Mordred was winning with ease.
That's when she saw him, her Master, moving through the curious power of his in an effort to try and save her by attacking Mordred. Futile as she was already too weak to make a stand, but he could see his point. His previous opponent was to strong to engage and Diavolo was trying to thin the numbers of his current disadvantage by sneaking a quick attack on the strongest beside their Master.
But, to their surprise, that didn't happen. Not when Mordred moved through the fragment of time being manipulated by Diavolo, with her lance effortlessly cutting Diavolo in two, severing his lower body from the upper one. The pink-haired criminal looked shocked, the pain having yet to reach his brain but... it was already too late.
Giorno as right behind him and in a nigh-impossible to see high-paced assault led by hundreds if not thousands of Mudas, sent Diavolo's bruised and battered body onto the wall to perish at once. And as she saw her Master's defeat, Artoria felt death upon her through the magic that poured through her helmet and earnestly destroyed what it was trying to protect. Headless, the Tyrant fell and her body vanished into golden mist.
Giorno stared at the scene with muted relief, expecting for something else to happen but perceiving that reality was mending through an external force. Another Stand- Sakura? He hoped so, but as he tried to ease down his uneasy posture, something else reached his perception as something was bending Reality to a degree.
He turned to stare at a direction in particular as they perceived the same thing through the bond they had with him, his eyes narrowing as he could tell someone was opening small and stable holes through the fabric of reality. Saying nothing to his Servants, Giorno jumped up to the closest window with the help of his Stand and rushed to see who was causing this new mess, Saber and Caster trailing shortly behind him as the victorious rush was soon to be completed.
And as the world was saved for good, a single individual was finishing his real job and bracing for the final revelation over this lengthy adventure.
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AN
The finale is around the corner and then... an Epilogue!
P.S. I now have a discord server! Discord .gg/ceBMM2Zz6c
Sakura was in pain. And yet she couldn't help but smile.
It was an odd feeling- to be subjected to agony and yet pull through despite it. It was not something unusual, not when her life was so unusual. Bizarre and yet, in the past, horrible. Despair was no novelty to her, and this form of self-burning just rekindled in her a sense of vengeance that transcended what she had felt as a child.
She remembered it all. Zouken, the worms- it was all crawling within her together with sins that she became bearer of. Sakura's anger was eternal, and matching Goetia's lust for power. Two wrathful entity, one driven by construction and one shaped by pain and then cast by familial kindness.
A puppet against a puppet. A monster against a monster.
But while that should equate to matching powers, Sakura's advantage was not absolute as her current stand. The way ｢One Vision: Absolute｣ worked was weakened by the inner transformation that was turning her into the truest Calamity, akin to Goetia himself. Yet, the Stand prevented her full transformation by protecting the inner core of her emotions. The purest form of her soul was not surrendering to the Beast growing from within.
Her amusement skyrocketed just as she was slammed once more by one of the walls of the Roman arena, her teeth and lips stained in her own blood as she roused from her own seemingly frail position and regained momentum against her current Enemy. Between the two, Goetia was the one that had a short-term advantage. He was the strongest of the two, yet he was also the least prepared for fighting.
Sakura was experienced, albeit just barely more than the Solomon-built entity. She knew how to fight, and her current limited power, her Curse of Disbelief, was slowly eroding Goetia's own capacity to rely with his own power. Without his Beliefs, Goetia would be unable to rely on his inner strenght. There would be no Morale, there would be no drive. Only sorrow within his newfound incapacity to understand his current madness.
YOU ARE WEAK!
But the more Sakura fought, the more she felt her body faltering and her spirit fleeting as the malicious intent bubbling within her mind was taking over her weakened self. It was a like a massive worm swallowing her whole. Her despair souring, her smile losing personality as it was replaced by the input of something else and then, right as she managed to punch Goetia's ribs once again and compress his chest until he was unable to do much for a while, her eyes blinked closed as something else took over her.
MINE MINE MINE
She tried to fight off, to reclaim something that was hers to have, but that feeling was lost to her. She was drowned into the depths of her own unease and nervousness, the shock driving her deeper with no visible chance of remerging from that familiar dark mud that took her individual self from the equation.
REST, FOR THIS IS MY TIME TO SHINE!
The need to sleep increased, Sakura's mind persisting but close to falter entirely to the demand. She had failed to see the issue until it was too late... or maybe not. A moment, then, as reality continued to fracture, she felt her lulled body taken to something that wasn't familiar to her. She felt carelessly dropped onto a cold ground... yet her head rested on something soft.
Legs?
"Good grief, Sakura."
She would have gone rigid at that as she recognized that voice.
Dad...
She wanted to tell him she was sorry. How this all came to explode into something she wasn't prepared for. That, even at her best, she was struggling and that her best wasn't enough. She felt embarrassed as her father told her how being too bold would risk her so much. Sakura felt chided by life in a way that she should have already learned. The beating, the pain, the sorrow- it was all like when she was a little girl. How frail she was, how she had to be taken away by those that were old enough to be strong and face the monster that was hurting her.
Sakura grew up, and yet her admiration for her father never stopped- it grew into something of an obsession: she wanted to be as strong as he was- in mind, in soul, and in body. She trained, she read, she tried to pull the same stoic faces as he would do, but, even with that, she was not strong enough. She failed and it was the whole world paying for it. Sakura felt tears forming faster as the familiar large palm owned by Jotaro caressed her face, pulling away a few locks resting on her forehead as his thumb calmly rubbed there in comfort.
"You didn't fail."
She did. She let the monster take over, she allowed her pain to lead her into her own damnation and-
"Yet you still survive," Jotaro muttered within that dream. "You are alive."
She was but... why?
"Why not? Why are you giving up?"
I failed-
"Did you? Are you going to accept defeat even now that you live? Don't you remember what I told you many times? You may not be related to blood to me, but you are my daughter," Jotaro remarked. "You are someone I took in my family wanting nothing more but one thing. For you to survive, endure, and be better than anyone. Even me."
Dad, I-
"You have failed no one. You didn't fail me, your mother, your sister- not even those others in our family and those friends of ours and yours. You live, Sakura, and right now you need to make a choice. Will you make that step you know you need to take- to grow up from that shadow of mine you cast over yourself, or will you give up because you can't grow up?"
Her sobbing didn't stop, she felt completely upset by this- she felt deprived, rightfully so, of the choice. It wasn't fair... but life was never fair. And she stumbled on this mess in the first place. Had she been more careful- had she remained out of this mess... maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe. Yet she still walked this path because it was... right. It was bad how things unfolded, but she wasn't done yet.
Kujo Sakura was still alive and strong, and unwilling to give up to Goetia and, worse, her own darkness. It was still taunting her, calling her weak and frail. Yet, the more she wondered about her current strength, she felt something tapping her out of despair itself: hope. Hope to make things right- hope to not become the monster that Zouken wanted her to turn into- hope to give the world another chance at all costs.
It felt like a surge of energy, the darkness vanishing and Jotaro no longer here. No, he was never here. It was a shadow that lurked by her side, reminding to her how it was time to make that big step. And how this was going to change everything. As much as it pained her to do this, she was ready. She felt ready and thus... she emerged from her own darkness.
It all happened so suddenly. The malicious influence trying to fight her off, but Sakura showing no hesitation in tearing everything down with the help of the very thing that stuck to her to the very end. The manifestation of her fighting spirit, her Stand, her ｢One Vision: Absolute｣- With its mighty 'ORAs', the humanoid shredded into the attempts to keep her down.
No more she would let her own fear and anger dictate her decisions. The world of darkness collapsed as she soon found herself in a different situation. Drained, yet her body was still working just as Goetia's. The King of Demons was faltering, yet he seemed to slowly recover as the Beast of Disbelief abandoned the field and left behind a very driven Kujo Sakura.
"You fool! You allowed that power to leave you and now I shall-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence. A villain so dramatic and dangerous didn't deserve as much. He didn't notice how immediate her Stand could move, nor that he was already struck with a fist. The punch slammed, but Goetia didn't recoil because he felt his world fixed within reality itself as a single point. Confusion emerged and then, as if his soul vanished, his body started to falter in dark mist. Confusion, panic, he tried to hold onto the knowledge that the rest of the Demon-Pillars survived, but all those around him perished. An immediate erasure of concept, Sakura had wanted them to disappear and for Reality to slowly repair.
Goetia realized only as the process was underway- Sakura's plan was to use the Demon-Pillars as batteries for Gaia and Alaya to work on fixing the damage. They have been found, they have been marked and their capacity to outpace the Will of the Planet and of Mankind was no longer there to protect them. The King of Demons tried to throw one last insult, but he knew that his existence was now over as his world collapsed around him. Goetia roared, but it was a feeble noise against a quiet reckoning within Sakura's heart.
She smiled, the cracks patching themselves as the world started to fix itself for good as the damage caused by Goetia was properly mending itself back to an original status quo. Her relief was brief, the girl noticing two elements within the vast capacity of her euphoric Stand which shook her to the core. First was Giorno, he was winning with a golden shine that went beyond her expectation and then... she felt him. And he noticed her back.
Sudden and yet he was now out of her sight right as the input reached back to her. Recognition, familiariaty and... confusion.
...Dio is here?
---------d-d-d-d------
Giorno wasn't sure how the Arrow was meant to work, but he didn't hesitate to use it on his Stand. He craved not the power it offered, but rather wanted to have everything that was within reach that could break Diavolo for good.
He was tired- too tired to accept the madness of the former boss of Passione as forgivable with a 'dull' punishment. Death was too kind, not because he felt enticed to be an executioner, but because Diavolo's greatest crime was now causing the potential end of the world. And there was nothing more horrid than imagining innocents being dragged into this shift of power. The way he clung to the insanity that was the rupture of reality as a whole... Giorno had no choice, Diavolo had to die.
And when he felt ｢Gold Experience｣ shift from its previous form and into something new. He spared it a glance, and he felt it- His Stand maturing into the perfect representation of hiw will upon the world itself. Diavolo noticed, and moved to a speed Giorno was sure ｢Gold Experience｣ would have not matched in its normal state of self. This version of his Stand, easily smacked the approaching punches away and drove a fist right onto ｢King Crimson｣'s stomach.
Diavolo felt the painful hit slam into his belly, forcing him to bend slightly forward.
｢Gold Experience Requiem｣ had many similar features like the original stand, including the ladybugs on its hands and the oblong grooves across its body. Its head now extended into pointed tips with the back of the head hollow, giving it the appearance of a crown or a flower that's grown up and bloomed. Its eyes were peculiar as its 'eyeballs' were embedded in cross-like structure within slanted sockets, showing a degree of autonomous thinking superior to its original self. It also had an extended ridge collar on the back of its neck and several indentations and various other patterns covering its body.
And his Stand wasn't the only thing that 'evolved' through that interaction with the Arrow.
Mordred had experienced changes too as her armor was now thicker, and her Clarent had turned into a spiral lance akin to the one used by her father, the energy coming from it purer and clearer. The Goddess-Tyrant grunted as her enemy suddenly showed a degree of power that either matched or overwhelmed her current capacity, frustrated by the sight yet showing hints of pride at the sight of her child now bearing the truest appearance of a king.
"Father, it's time for you to go back to the Throne of Heroes."
"I will not yield so easily, Mordred," Artoria promised, shifting her lance and rushing forward, expecting to be met with a clash.
What she found was, however, more one-sided than she expected. Especially when a sphere of pink mana slammed onto her armor and shattered part of the piece around her free hand. She paused, confusion roused by the unexpected attack, yet her eyes narrowing at the cause of it all.
Nursery Rhyme had 'grown', with her appearance mostly unchanged, but now no longer a child as she stood close in height to Giorno and her expression no longer holding innocence towards her current foe, but anger.
"A King, you are not. Alice can see how frantic you are right now, how fragile your ego is. But alas, the reason why I have to disappoint the fair King Mordred is not because of disrespect," The Caster hummed politely, noticing Mordred's irritated look at having her interrupt. "Children are going to die if she is not defeated. That, as my duty as shielder of the childhood, can't be set aside. Apologies, Mordred, but I will take part to this war of yours in the name of goodness and truth."
Disappointing for Mordred, but bearable within the reasoning she was given. Artoria was shocked by this, and while part of her wanted to protest, she didn't have a chance to. Mordred blurred with her pace, zeroing the distance between their distance, cleanly slamming her Rhongomyniad onto her shoulder and successfully detaching the arm connected to her weapon.
Sudden and so powerful, but not as powerful as the barrage of magic that further devoured at her armor. It was brutal and none of this felt like a duel. And why would it? The thought was motivated by the reality she was trying to protect, the twisted desire not even in her worst day she could have imagined. As dreadful this conduct was from her own span, Artoria recognized the need to make it less of a duel and more of a war. And one that Mordred was winning with ease.
That's when she saw him, her Master, moving through the curious power of his in an effort to try and save her by attacking Mordred. Futile as she was already too weak to make a stand, but he could see his point. His previous opponent was to strong to engage and Diavolo was trying to thin the numbers of his current disadvantage by sneaking a quick attack on the strongest beside their Master.
But, to their surprise, that didn't happen. Not when Mordred moved through the fragment of time being manipulated by Diavolo, with her lance effortlessly cutting Diavolo in two, severing his lower body from the upper one. The pink-haired criminal looked shocked, the pain having yet to reach his brain but... it was already too late.
Giorno as right behind him and in a nigh-impossible to see high-paced assault led by hundreds if not thousands of Mudas, sent Diavolo's bruised and battered body onto the wall to perish at once. And as she saw her Master's defeat, Artoria felt death upon her through the magic that poured through her helmet and earnestly destroyed what it was trying to protect. Headless, the Tyrant fell and her body vanished into golden mist.
Giorno stared at the scene with muted relief, expecting for something else to happen but perceiving that reality was mending through an external force. Another Stand- Sakura? He hoped so, but as he tried to ease down his uneasy posture, something else reached his perception as something was bending Reality to a degree.
He turned to stare at a direction in particular as they perceived the same thing through the bond they had with him, his eyes narrowing as he could tell someone was opening small and stable holes through the fabric of reality. Saying nothing to his Servants, Giorno jumped up to the closest window with the help of his Stand and rushed to see who was causing this new mess, Saber and Caster trailing shortly behind him as the victorious rush was soon to be completed.
And as the world was saved for good, a single individual was finishing his real job and bracing for the final revelation over this lengthy adventure.
---------d-d-d-d--------
AN
The finale is around the corner and then... an Epilogue!
P.S. I now have a discord server! Discord .gg/ceBMM2Zz6c
