「Crystal War Requiem」

Trees and bark spiral to encase Giorno in a makeshift cocoon, as the defeating sound of formless winds is forcibly blown past where he was sitting, it still quakes the earth as the polearm flew past him and into the skyscraper that Honjo had previously cleaved in two, destroying any remaining traces that remained.

Harsh the wind was, and unforgiving was the attack. The Golden Joestar was no fortune teller, but even a man of his calibre knew that there was no way Honjo was going to survive that or even comes out unscathed, he was done for. That's was Giorno had assumed.

Though strong may the winds be, it did not take long for it to pass. As the storm outside of his haven settled, Giorno released his「G.E.R」, allowing himself to be free from the forested shield. Finally allowed to take a breather, he quickly tended to his severed arm whilst still on the ground.

"What a tiresome day." Giorno hefted,

"Damn, you actually survived?" Metal asked,

Walking down now what remains of the road, the asphalt being violently ripped out of where it used to be and the dirt supporting it having been carried off by the vortex as well, what was left of the attack zone was a miniature canyon of sorts. Giorno faced Metal,

"That sure was a powerful attack." Giorno commented,

"My trump card, I can only do it when met with certain criteria. Only had to use one though, so that's a plus. By the way, how did you manage to hold that bastard still? Seeing as you're here and he's nowhere to be seen. I'm guessing it was a direct hit?" Metal inquired,

"Yes, though I didn't know it might've worked or not. I pumped him with a life-shot to hold him still before you're whirling spear could reach him, though I'm very taxxed out."

"How'd you manage that, how did you bypass his shield?"

"I severed my arm and used my life-giver ability to give life to some branches to extend my reach and I managed to caught him off-guard."

"That's some quick thinking." Metal smiled,

"It's a skill I borrowed from an old friend back home, nothing impressive. Though I assumed that we're done here? I would like to return to Canterlot."

"Yea, seeing as we killed that sword-wielding piece of shit. We should be done here."

Metal reached for his communication crystal, staring at it. He froze. Giorno stared at The Captain, worried another threat may be coming up onto their agenda soon. Nevertheless, he kept his composure.

"Captain? Is something the matter?"

Metal couldn't help but crack a smile. A little 'heh' escapes his mouth.

"Captain?" Giorno asks once more,

"O-oh, it's nothing. It's just... this feeling... Is this what it feels like? To finally bring home a victory? I- I didn't think it would feel this... satisfying. Haha, after all those losses, we're finally about to bring home our first victory." Metal spoke,

The Captain couldn't help but crack into a joyous smile, and nobody could blame him. Witnessing defeat after defeat at the hands of King Sombra and his mighty empire. One would think that the darkness is too gaping, too hollow, and too engulfing. After years of staying in the shadows, one might think they never see the light of day ever again, however, even in the emptiness and loneliness of space. Yet, even one small flickering candlelight can shine bright in the infinite darkness and give hope to those would need it. That hope is Giorno Giovanna.

"Captain, there's still a long road ahead of us. We shouldn't—

"Shouldn't what, Giorno Giovanna?"

Hearing that voice sent a shiver down both their spines.

'There's absolutely no way.' They thought,

Both of them recognized the voice. Neither of them wants to believe it. Slowly they turned their head to face the mountain of rubble and waste situated atop where the skyscraper used to be. Slowly but surely. A figure of a unicorn stallion, robes were torn, cuts and bruises ran along his battered body, left arm missing, and a notorious reflective face mask, now cracked and shattered so that only lower jaw is revealed, blood running down his face. . He was smiling.

Metal began to grab his spear on his back as Giorno struggled to stand back up.

"How did you survive?" Giorno questioned, and he heaved for air,

Honjo couldn't help but burst out laughing, chest rising and falling.

"Isn't it obvious?! Teleportation! The moment that bloody spear ran past me, I regained enough consciousness to use teleportation again!!"

Blood continues to spew from his left arm, though a glow from his horn stopped the bleeding.

"It's time to end this."

"I've had enough of this!! Why do you keep doing this!? Why do you cause so much bloodshed needlessly!? Had you had any idea how much suffering you've caused to innocents!?! Why do you keep on siding with that shithead King Sombra!?"

Finally, having enough of this, Metal snapped. Giorno could see veins popping out the sides of Metal's head, face scrunched into rage and anger. Pissed off cannot be used to describe what Metal is feeling right now. Though this outburst of his caused Honjo to stood still, not moving.

"You really want to know?" Honjo asked, not a smile present on his face,

"Yes! Why?!" Metal replied,

"Sure, I'll tell you. King Sombra wouldn't abandon me, unlike a certain somepony."

"What?" This answer shook Metal dumbfounded. He doesn't have a clue on what Honjo's leading him on.

"You seriously can't link it? Fine, I'll just show you."

Jabbing his blade next to his, he reaches for his mask. A soft click sound before Honjo slowly removed it from his face, lowering it for both Giorno and Metal to see. Metal took a second to digest the image, as he swore he had seen it somewhere before. Still, with that gigantic scar across his eye, it clouds Metal's judgement. However, it didn't take long for him to connect the dots as his eyes widen at the revelation.

"No..." Metal whispers as he released the grip on his spear, Honjo could only give a devilish smile,

"Hello, big brother. How have you been?" Honjo remarked though Giorno was still confused,

"Big.. Brother? Metal, you have a younger brother?" Giorno questioned, though Metal didn't bother paying him any mind.

"Primus... what...? There's no way right..? This whole time.... I've been fighting...you?" Metal's voice cracked, to which Honjo, or in this case, Primus to grow his smile even wider.

"Well? How does it feel knowing the truth now?" Primus teased,

"P-Primus? H-how..." Tears brimmed from Metal's eyes as he choked onto his own words,

"How have you been, little brother?" Metal forced a smile,

Yet it did nothing to stop the tears to stream down his face as he walked towards Primus, one of the five Major Generals. Seeing Metal in such a state, Giorno knew he had to snap him back to his senses,

"C-Captain? Captain snap out of it! He may be your brother, but that's-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!" Metal snapped,

Turning back to face his younger brother, he continues to walk over slowly,

"Primus, look at how big you've gotten! I- I knew you still be alive, I've still held on hope that you-"

"Captain! Please!" Giorno cried, reaching out to him, but an untreated broken rib struck him back. As Metal continues,

"Were still alive, but why are you with somepony like King Sombra? This has to be some kind of mistake."

Tossing his mask to the side, Primus retrieved his blade once more as he made his way to meet his long lost brother.

"King Sombra didn't abandon me, not like you did when I was crushed by those boulders." Primus said coldly,

"W-what?"

"I've known ever since we were young, Metal. You've always wanted to inherit the full title of the Jacket Family. You think I hadn't noticed the number of times you've asked me to sit out during our training sessions with father? How you've taken any opportunity to shine brighter than me when it presents itself? Do you think I'm that dense?"

Now, Primus just stands a couple of feet away from Metal, facing him eye-to-eye.

"But, all that to get revenge on me?" Metal questioned

"Partly, but also onto the filthy society that is Canterlot, you remember don't you? Whenever we would go out together, gossip about me would come about frequently."

"Primus, you can't exact vengeance on a nation just cause a few ponies talked shit about you-"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT ME, IT'S MOTHER!!"

This stunned Metal,

"Those filths of society are the root cause for the corruption of high nobility in Canterlot!! Can't you see, brother?! I wouldn't mind if their hate was directed at me, BUT WHY MOTHER!? WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE THAT!? THOSE HEARTLESS CREATURES DESERVED TO BE PURGED FROM THE WORLD!!"

"You're wrong, Primus!! Even those nobles have hearts that cherished their loved ones! Hearts that care!!"

"Then, that would mean... they used those hearts to doom us. Mother and I."

Metal was silent,

"That being said, I'm done talking to you. We are enemies, no use getting sentimental."

Lifting his blade towards Metal's chest with cold authority, his eyes dead set on the goal.

"Primus, I know it's been hard, but Canterlot is still your home. Our home. There's still a place for you." Metal tries to reason, yet little is getting through,

"I've committed countless of sins, I'm irredeemable. But for The King, I'll do anything."

Bringing up his sword, a sorrowful look is present on Primus's features. Metal didn't bother moving an inch,

"This is goodbye, brother."