Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

The dust of Cairo was suffocating. Jotaro's group advanced under a sun that seemed to want to melt their very souls, battling hired assassins and constant fatigue. The conflict wasn't just physical, it was spiritual; the pressure of DIO's presence emanated from his mansion like a poison, drawing everyone into an abyss of death. Walking through the dunes, Polnareff wiped the blood from a cut on his face, while Joseph consulted a map already battered by the wind. "The air is getting heavy..." Kakyoin commented, adjusting his glasses. "It's like the oxygen itself is being sucked away." "Hmph. Must be that bastard DIO waiting for us," Jotaro grumbled, adjusting his cap in the infernal heat. "Let's finish this quickly." But the heat suddenly subsided. At the top of a black sand dune, a figure of lethal elegance watched them. The gleam of a silvery moon on her wrist cut across the horizon, and the Stand "The Judgment" floated like an invisible executioner. — BA-BAKANA! — Joseph stammered, falling to his knees. — This cold... this mark... It's the tyrant's ex-wife! — NANI?! — Polnareff shouted, drawing his sword. — But she should be dead or in hiding! — Yare Yare Daze... — Jotaro clenched his fists, feeling the absolute void. — The Judge has finally appeared.