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 brass section kicked in—heavy, mournful, and triumphant all at once. It was the sound of a man who knew he was outmatched but had decided to rewrite fate with his own blood. Hierophant Green unspooled itself, its form no longer sleek but monstrous and jagged, weaving through the skyscrapers like a vengeful spirit.
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. Noriaki Kakyoin stood atop the highest spire of
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.
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. The clock tower exploded
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.
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. It was Dio
As the titan lunged, the violins shrieked—a high-pitched, desperate ascent that mimicked the flight of a wire-grapple. Kakyoin didn't flinch. He threw his hand forward, and the "Epic Version" of his soul erupted.