"I was wondering why you lot hadn't moved all this time."
Jotaro Kujo rolled his eyes. Things had happened too urgently for him to think it through, and this possibility had never occurred to him.
He couldn't pin his hopes on anyone else.
And yet Don Quixote had been putting on another act.
"Careful. These four swapped Stands. Pucci has The World now, and Diavolo probably has Whitesnake. I don't know how the other two swapped."
Jotaro recalled Star Platinum, letting him possess his body again, and slammed a fist toward the priest without stopping his explanation.
"Uh... never mind. Go ahead."
Don Quixote hesitated, about to warn him, but seeing that Jotaro's punch was already flying, he kept quiet.
Sure enough, as Jotaro's fist struck Father Pucci, his body began swelling grotesquely, starting from his fist.
"Killer Queen, First Bomb?"
Feeling his body swelling unnaturally, on the verge of exploding, Jotaro's eyes widened.
Had Killer Queen already touched the priest's body and turned it into a bomb?
Boom!
The next instant, Jotaro exploded into drifting ash. Yet with a sweep of Don Quixote's hand, that ash reassembled into a human figure.
"Crazy Diamond..."
The priest showed no surprise. He merely narrowed his eyes.
They had envisioned this scene among their worst-case scenarios.
"Damn it. One move short."
The priest frowned deeply, then sighed and walked slowly toward Don Quixote. He raised both hands and recalled The World into his body, seemingly demonstrating that he meant no harm.
"We've lost this time. I ask for nothing else. Here are some notes on reaching Heaven. I only hope you can create a new world."
The priest looked utterly sincere, as though he harbored not a trace of ill intent.
He even stopped of his own accord five meters away from Don