The woman with long brown hair stood over broken gemstone shards. Upon closer inspection, however, one would find these gemstones to be in the shape of Chrys and Blues. The same hair, the same eyes. The bottom half of their bodies were completely obliterated, but their torso and up were fine.
"What did we learn?" The woman looked almost angry.
"To be careful with other people's stuff and to be honest," Chrys answered.
Blues only replied with a "Tch!" at first, but after the woman glared at them, they echoed what Chrys said.
A sucking sound could be heard in the cavern. The man in the pillar slept on.
The dead bodies were leaking blood. Speedwagon was still alive.
"Straizo...Are you mad?"
"Quite the opposite. My thinking is very clear. I chose the path of Hamon to forge my body. But as I trained, the aging of my body became painfully clear to me. Hamon gives only the slightest edge over ordinary people. Its practice cannot prevent the aging process. In the battle all those years ago, I secretly admired Dio. He was beautiful, powerful, and immortal. I coveted the power of the mask," Straizo grabbed a mask from the pillar. "I didn't care who got in the way!"
"You've become twisted, Straizo!"
Straizo calmly put the mask on and turned to look at Speedwagon. "Your blood will now grant me immortality. With you gone, only Erina and Joseph Joestar will know of the mask. Once I am rid of them, I'll take my time, and learn more of the mask than Dio did!"
"You mustn't! There are terrible things we don't yet know!"
Straizo only covered the mask in blood. It stabbed him and started glowing.
"Eri..na...Jo...jo…"
Straizo screamed as the man slept on.