Their search led them to the outskirts of the city—an abandoned rail yard long forgotten by time.
But it wasn't empty.
Three figures stood waiting.
Stand users.
Unlike before, these ones weren't unstable. They were controlled. Focused.
"…So you're the ones interfering," one of them said.
Jovian stepped forward, Vital Mirage already active. "Move."
The response was immediate.
Battle erupted.
Golden Cavalier clashed with a blade-like Stand, sparks flying as metal met metal. Phantom Ember surged against a fluid, shifting opponent, heat distorting the battlefield. Midnight Sontana slipped through shadows, striking unpredictably.
Jovian faced the third.
This one moved differently. Calm. Precise.
The fight was brutal. Every exchange pushed them further, forcing adaptation, coordination, trust.
And for the first time—
They fought as a unit.
Not just allies.
A team.
By the end, the enemies fell.
But the victory didn't feel complete.
Because in the distance—
Something darker waited.