The Syndicate wasn't finished. While Jovian and his friends hesitated, new figures emerged from the rubble. Masked, cloaked, their Stands radiating raw, sharp energy.
Vital Mirage moved instantly, blocking the first wave. Its energy expanded, shielding Jovian and the others from unexpected strikes.
Lucien struck from above, Midnight Sontana phasing in, cutting off escape routes. Alaric reinforced the center, Golden Cavalier taking every hit. Iggy darted unpredictably, striking where the enemies' focus faltered.
"…They've grown stronger," Jovian muttered.
Vital Mirage pulsed in agreement. They had to adapt. Every motion, every strike, every thought was under scrutiny.
Even a single misstep could cost them everything.