My story has already been placed in several people's bookshelves. That's awesome, guys. Thanks for your support. That said, let's lead up into a major change I had planned from the beginning.

As the giant leaf carried the Joestar group safely to the ground, Poco continued to stare in wonder. "This is just amazing!," he said, "Are you people angels sent by God?" Zeppeli chuckled. "I remember asking something similar when I first laid eyes on the power of Hamon." "That reminds me," Speedwagon said, "Just where did you learn all these miracles? You, Jojo, and Twilight can pull off feats that quite frankly defy all known logic." Zeppeli rubbed his chin. "You were there the night Dio put on the stone mask, Mister Speedwagon, so you're as involved as any of us. Given that, I might as well explain a little of my past."

He closed his eyes. "It was thirty ago, when I was just getting into adulthood, and two years after my father was changed by the cursed power of the stone mask. I traveled the world, searching for it, but found no clues to its whereabouts. Yet I knew by that time someone else had to have possession of it. It was in India when I first found my answer for destroying the mask when I finally found it. There was a man who looked as young as me, yet called himself a doctor."

"And he wielded the same power?," Jonathan asked. Zeppeli nodded. "He did. I was amazed when I saw him use the golden energy to mend the leg of an old man. Western medicine would have seen the leg amputated just to save the old man's life, due to how rotten the flesh had become, but this doctor simply touched the old man's leg with his golden touch, and instantly flesh and bone began to mend. I was struck by how similar to the light of the sun it seemed, and realized that this power was the polar opposite to that of the stone mask."

He turned to the rest of the group. "When I told the doctor of my history with the mask, and my reasons for wanting it destroyed, he directed me up the river Nuu of Chapett, and told me to seek his master, Tonpetty. And so I did. The old master gazed at me before shaking my hand, then said he could see my future. He told me, that if I sought the power of Hamon, my fate to confront the stone mask would be shifted to another. I told him, that I cared not who destroyed the mask, so long as its evil powers were gone from this world forever."

"This Master Tonpetty is the same one who trained Twilight, yes?," Jonathan asked. "Master Tonpetty had taken a pilgrimage to England," Twilight explained, "When Zeppeli proved to be so skilled a student, he thought he could expand his order of acolytes in Europe. I was one of the first to take on his teachings. He always seemed eager to take on new students, expressing a desire to restore the Hamon clan that had been nearly wiped out centuries earlier. I always asked him why, but he would never tell me."

Just then, a grunt from Morton could be heard, as the undead executioner leapt off the cliff and aimed for the giant leaf, managing to dig his axe into it, just barely missing its passengers. The attack caused the leaf to start to fall apart, however. "No good!," Jonathan called out, "We'll have to jump off! Aim for the balcony below us!" The four heroes, with Poco still clinging to Jonathan's back, leapt off the leaf and safely landed on the balcony. Morton was not so lucky, calling out in fear as his body slammed into the stone wall beneath them.

"He wound up hitting the wall full force," Speedwagon noted, "Look there, he's still alive but can't really move." Zeppeli chuckled. "Unlike Dio, who wore the mask, Morton lacks the ability to heal himself. He'll be stuck there for a while. In the meantime, we have a chance to continue our search for Dio. Let's start by finding a way down to the ground floor, from there we'll make our way back to the village." Jonathan opened the only door, but paused as he got an odd feeling from it. "Careful," Poco said, "It was in these ruins where warriors learned to kill. Rumor has it there are lots of traps."

Enya grumbled as she approached the broken Morton, her Stand manipulating a young woman to follow her. "Pathetic," she said as the undead executioner glared at her, "I bet either Tarkus or Bruford would have easily withstood that impact. Not without damage, mind you, but they would still be moving nonetheless." She pushed the woman towards him. "Dio still needs you to deal with Joestar, however, so he's willing to use you for as long as you hold out. Drink up, then go after them."

Morton quickly pounced on the woman, digging his fangs into her neck as he began to heal his wounds. "Blast it. Even being told about their power, I was caught off-guard. It can do far more than what you described." "Clearly me and Wang only experienced a fraction of its power," Enya surmised, "But you must not concern yourself with that. Your task is to either eliminate Joestar and his group, or at least soften them up for Dio to finish them off."

Morton pushed open the door and headed up the tower, until he found the group. Jonathan had been caught by a neck brace attached to a chain and was dangling in the air. "Interesting," Morton said, "I've never been in this room before, but Tarkus spoke fondly of it. This is the Lair of the Two-Headed Dragon. Three-hundred years ago, Tarkus killed many warriors in special death matches within this room." He chuckled as he grabbed a similar neck brace and slid it on. "I guess I might as well try it for myself. It may just give me the edge I need to defeat you." Jonathan was struck by the realization that this was what Tarkus was earlier referring to right before his death.