As the golden titan’s fist descended to crush the tower, the music hit its peak—a glorious, tragic explosion of sound. Kakyoin saw the truth, not through a stand's eyes, but through the path of the wires. The secret of Time wasn't a mystery; it was a wall that needed to be broken.
The emerald wires snapped taut. The sky was suddenly filled with a thousand jagged shards of light, raining down with the force of artillery fire. Each "Splash" hit like a thunder-spear, exploding against the golden titan's hide.
"Hierophant Green," Kakyoin whispered, his voice steady despite the gale. His school uniform fluttered like a tattered cape of a Scout Regiment commander. As the golden titan’s fist descended to crush
"This is my final lesson," Kakyoin shouted over the crescendo of choral chanting.
Across the cityscape, the shadow moved. It wasn't Dio, the vampire. It was Dio, the Founding Calamity. A golden titan whose sheer presence vaporized the clouds. The emerald wires snapped taut
Noriaki Kakyoin stood atop the highest spire of the clock tower. Below, the city was no longer a labyrinth of stone, but a titan’s playground. The 20-Meter Radius Emerald Splash wasn't just a technique anymore—it was a cage of shimmering, crystalline wires that spanned the horizon, vibrating with the frantic energy of a Colossal’s roar.
The clock tower exploded. The emerald light flared one last time, blinding the world. In the silence that followed the final, fading beat of the drum, a single message remained carved into the very fabric of the city: I am still here. fading beat of the drum
The music began not with a melody, but with a rhythmic thundering of drums that shook the foundations of the world. Boom-boom. Boom-boom. The war-drums of a dying race.
