They moved cautiously. Every corner could hide a strike. Every shadow could conceal a Stand waiting to attack.
Vital Mirage shifted with Jovian. Every motion synced, defensive and offensive simultaneously. The bond between them felt sharper, more instinctive.
Lucien leapt to rooftops, Midnight Sontana probing above. Alaric anchored the center, Golden Cavalier standing like a wall. Iggy darted between shadows, creating distractions and openings.
Then the first strike came. Not obvious. Subtle. Energy pulsed beneath the streets, distorting perception, making each movement dangerous.
"…They're testing us," Jovian said. "Feeling out our limits."
Vital Mirage pulsed, responding instantly. Every attack was met with force, every gap filled. They were ready—but only barely.
Because the enemies weren't just strong—they were clever. And clever could be lethal.