Who's in Favor, and Who's Against?

Dawn shattered the ball of light behind his head with one punch. Silver Chariot Requiem was struck in an instant, its body exploding apart. It couldn't reform for quite some time.

The Insect Arrow spun as it fell, pierced the ground, and came to a stop.

Seeing this, Giorno shattered the ball of light behind his own head as well. Silver Chariot Requiem was completely extinguished, as if it had never existed.

The souls returned to their rightful bodies, and the chaos in Rome subsided. The bodily changes gradually vanished, and the influence of Silver Chariot Requiem began to fade.

Dawn retrieved his cigarette case and took out a cigarette. Hot air hissed from his fingers—a power he'd gained from the bombardier beetle—and he lit it with ease.

After taking a drag, Dawn walked toward the Insect Arrow embedded in the ground.

"Crack!"

The floor beneath him gave a strained, splintering groan. Dawn's body suddenly sank, and his lower half got stuck in the floor.

"Hm?"

Dawn frowned, slapped both hands against the floor, and shot upward. His legs bent backward as he pounced toward the Insect Arrow.

A strange gust of wind blew past. Dawn frowned slightly as his hand passed straight through the arrow. It bounced off the floor, and the tremendous force sent it hurtling in one direction.

Dawn turned around and saw the arrow pierce Giorno's chest. As though it had come to life, it was slowly burrowing into him.

"The Insect Arrow chose Giorno."

Dawn wasn't too disappointed. The Insect Arrow pendant was around his neck; he'd only been testing the strength of fate's interference.

Sure enough, a series of coincidences had sent the Insect Arrow flying toward Giorno. It was fate's doing, even if some of those coincidences had seemed highly unnatural.

Golden Experience began to transform. Its shell fell away, revealing a new Stand, lean in build, with the tip of the arrow protruding from its forehead.

Golden Experience Requiem calmly watched Dawn and raised a hand. The space-time around them twisted.

It was obvious that Golden Experience Requiem possessed its own consciousness.

"A voice told me to kill you."

Golden Experience Requiem's gaze was distant. Then it continued, "I have no intention of making an enemy of you. Please don't hurt Giorno."

Dawn had nearly used the Insect Arrow pendant, but at those words, he stopped and looked at Golden Experience Requiem in the air.

"Who told you that?"

Golden Experience Requiem shook its head.

"I can't say. But it said you're a shameful anomaly."

The distorted space returned to normal, and Golden Experience Requiem disappeared. No one else had heard their conversation.

"Dawn, Tobio got away."

Diavolo's voice came from behind him. Dawn turned and saw Tobio's figure quickly vanish into the crowd.

With Diavolo's past gone, Tobio was alone. It wasn't surprising that he'd chosen to run.

In fact, Tobio's combat instincts and intelligence were far from lacking.

In the original story, Tobio's killing of Risotto in Sardinia had shown his strengths. He wasn't useless by any means.

"Don't bother with him. Now that we control the Passione Organization, finding Tobio won't be difficult."

Dawn stubbed out his cigarette. Diavolo saw this and said nothing; his figure gradually faded away.

The lavish hall blazed with light. Several Stand Users hid in the shadows. At the center of the hall, people filled a long table made of mixed materials.

"So you're telling me this brat, who needs an adult's permission just to drink, gets to walk all over me?"

A burly man lit a cigar and draped his suit jacket over his shoulders. He looked at Dawn with undisguised contempt.

Giorno said nothing, his gaze growing colder by the moment.

Snickers rose from all around them. Everyone present was a high-ranking member of the organization, and not one of them took Bucciarati's team seriously.

Mista stood behind Dawn. Hearing the man's mockery, his expression darkened, and he reached for his revolver.

Bucciarati moved beside Mista, caught his wrist, and said quietly, "Trust Mr. Dawn."

A trace of irritation flashed in Mista's eyes. He steadied himself and let go of the gun.

The burly man took a deep drag of his cigar and leaned forward, his expression taunting as he blew a cloud of acrid smoke toward Dawn.

Whoosh!

A Bone Arrow shot through the air. The man's body stiffened as the arrow pierced his forehead, and a thin line of blood slowly trickled down.

Thud!

The man's corpse hit the floor, still warm. The hall fell silent. No one had expected Dawn to actually make a move.

Smack!

A high-ranking member shot to his feet and slammed a hand on the table, his face twisted with rage as he prepared to lash out.

Whoosh!

The Bone Arrow shot toward him again. He hurriedly summoned his Stand to block it, but the arrow pierced his arm, and blood gushed out.

Thud, thud, thud.

Footsteps sounded as Kars pushed open the door and strode toward the table, his towering figure advancing while his golden, vertical pupils swept across the room, furious and savage.

His terrifying presence bore down on them. The Stand Users hidden in the shadows swallowed nervously, too afraid to make a sound lest death come for them.

"Bucciarati! What is the meaning of this?!"

A gaunt high-ranking member, shocked and furious, demanded an explanation from Bucciarati.

Bucciarati glanced at him.

"Why throw your life away? Banning drugs will only cost you a little income. It won't get you killed."

"Bucciarati, we're both high-ranking members. Watch how you speak."

The gaunt man composed himself, raised his glass, and drained it. Then he hurled it to the floor. The crash rang especially loud in the silent hall.

Rustling came from the darkness as a mass of gun barrels appeared.

Kars's lips curled into a cruel smile. He vanished in a flash. Screams and gunfire erupted from the darkness; before long, the gunshots stopped, and silence fell.

A Stand User stumbled out of the dark in terror, as though fleeing a flood of wild beasts. In an instant, his whole body went rigid, leaving him unable to move.

Kars emerged from the shadows, gripping a Stand by the neck. The Stand struggled wildly, its fists hammering against Kars's chest like a machine gun.

Kars paid it no mind.

The Stand User in the hall clutched at his throat in agony, begging for mercy in broken gasps.

"Don't kill me... I'm... Requiem..."

Dawn stirred at the name, lit a cigarette, and asked, "What do you mean, Requiem?"

The Stand User forced out an answer with all his strength.

"Anyone... who helps kill me... will die... in the same agony..."

Dawn rolled his eyes and gave Kars a look. Kars understood at once.

Crack.

Kars snapped the Stand's spine. The Stand User let out the same scream, rolled his eyes back, and collapsed onto the hall floor, dead.

A moment later, Requiem's ability activated.

Dawn and Kars's spines twisted. A ghostly figure appeared, its mouth full of venomous curses.

Their spines broke, then quickly healed, as if nothing had happened.

The ghostly figure gradually faded until it vanished completely.

Dawn rolled his neck, used the back of the burly man's hand to stub out his cigarette, and smiled at the Passione Organization's high-ranking members.

"I'm asking you: Giorno will be the organization's Boss. Who's in favor, and who's against?"

The high-ranking members exchanged glances, all silent with fear. They lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

"That guy... is terrifying..."

Dawn picked at his ear. His hearing was remarkably sharp now. If he wanted to, no one could whisper without him hearing.

"What did you just say?"

The man shuddered and fell off his chair. His face turned deathly pale on the spot, and he couldn't get a word out.