Out of the chaos, a new Stand appeared. Its user stepped from the shadows. They didn't attack immediately. Instead, they observed.
Lucien tensed. Alaric braced. Iggy growled softly. Vital Mirage's energy flared, sensing the new presence.
"…Who's that?" Lucien whispered.
Jovian shook his head. "Not sure. But they're not attacking."
The Stand's energy was unfamiliar. Strange patterns, unpredictable motions. Even Dominion's echoes didn't match it.
For a tense moment, no one moved. Then the figure nodded toward Jovian. Not an ally, but not an enemy—at least, not yet.
"…Keep watching," Jovian said. "We don't know what they want."
The battle lines had shifted. New variables, new possibilities, and new dangers.