"Dawn, something's wrong."
Diavolo's voice rang out as King Crimson appeared, staring in a certain direction with an exceptionally grave tone.
"Diavolo, I felt it too."
Dawn stood on the rooftop, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and began puffing away.
"Someone used Time Erasure. Something happened in this world. They came from Italy, and it wasn't Giorno."
Diavolo nodded and spoke again. "They're very close. Richell may have encountered them."
Dawn's hand froze. He slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke and turned to look at King Crimson.
"What did you just say?"
"They're very close."
Diavolo repeated himself. After carefully sensing the surroundings, he added, "They're getting closer. Their target is very clear—they're coming for us."
Dawn did not take another drag. His relaxed expression vanished, and his gaze became exceedingly serious.
"Not that. You just mentioned a name."
Diavolo looked at Dawn strangely, feeling somewhat unsettled as he spread his hands.
"Richell. I didn't sense a second Time Erasure. That guy seemed to have been defeated in an instant."
Dawn wore a bewildered expression.
Seeing Dawn's questioning gaze, Diavolo vaguely realized something was wrong, and a terrible premonition rose in his heart.
"Dawn, have you forgotten?"
Dawn frowned but did not answer.
Diavolo fell silent. An absurd feeling surged within him. His eyes widened, his pupils trembled, and he abruptly turned toward the direction he sensed.
"Richell no longer exists!!!"
Diavolo shuddered in horror. As his mind churned violently, King Crimson vanished, and his consciousness returned to Dawn's mind.
"No, something is seriously wrong. I need to warn Dawn. An enemy is approaching in secret."
After thinking for a moment, Diavolo had a flash of inspiration. He decided to use another form of address to circumvent some kind of force and help Dawn understand the current situation.
He