The enemies didn't reveal themselves fully. Their attacks came from angles that should have been impossible, their Stands bending space subtly, warping the battlefield in ways Jovian could barely process.
Vital Mirage flowed with Jovian, reacting faster than thought. Every strike, every block was precise. The synergy between user and Stand had reached a new level.
Lucien struck from above, Midnight Sontana phasing midair to land blows that disrupted enemy formations. Alaric reinforced the center, Golden Cavalier absorbing energy that could have shattered stone. Iggy darted unpredictably, striking edges and gaps, forcing the enemies to respond to chaos.
"…We can't underestimate them," Jovian said, eyes narrowing.
The enemies adapted to every tactic almost instantly. Each movement required more than reflex—it required foresight, intuition, and trust in one another.
Vital Mirage pulsed, as if urging him to push further. Jovian felt it, understood it, and acted. He struck into a weak point, forcing a stagger that the others immediately exploited.
The battlefield was alive. Every strike changed its shape, every motion shifted the energy around them. One wrong step could undo everything.