"This is my final lesson," Kakyoin shouted over the crescendo of choral chanting.
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. "This is my final lesson," Kakyoin shouted over
"Hierophant Green," Kakyoin whispered, his voice steady despite the gale. His school uniform fluttered like a tattered cape of a Scout Regiment commander. Boom-boom
As the titan lunged, the violins shrieked—a high-pitched, desperate ascent that mimicked the flight of a wire-grapple. Kakyoin didn't flinch. He threw his hand forward, and the "Epic Version" of his soul erupted. His school uniform fluttered like a tattered cape
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.