Diavolo tried to have King Crimson attack Sliver Chariot, but the Stand melting away seemed to prevent any real damage from occurring. 'Damn it, what did he do!? Just what is this arrow!? This isn't at all like the others! I should have kept it as well!' Time resumed, and Sliver Chariot fell off the wall of the Coliseum, surprising Diavolo. "Hold on... Silver Chariot is close-range power type! It shouldn't be able to extend more than two meters away from Polnareff!"

He turned toward Polnareff, who was wiping the blood from his eyes. "Just what did you do!?," Diavolo demanded, "What was that arrow!?" "It wasn't my intention to show you the arrow's true power," Polnareff admitted, "But you forced my hand. If you got your hands on it, then none of us would be able to beat you." "Just what is that arrow?," Giorno asked. "You're about to see," Polnareff said, "Once Silver Chariot is done with its transformation."

King Crimson made to plow its fist through Polnareff, only to get blocked by Art of the Dress. "Not until we get answers," Rarity said. Meanwhile Silver Chariot was still trying to escape with the arrow. "Fine then," Diavolo decided, "I'll focus on that arrow first. With my Stand I can easily forecast where it will appear." He quickly disappeared, time constantly skipping as he did. "He won't get far," Polnareff said, "Even if he gets the arrow, he won't be able to keep it."

"What makes you say that?," Buccellati asked. "Even I was surprised when it first appeared," Polnareff said, "That arrow, when merged with a Stand, can bring out a greater power. Power enough that, with the right will, one could conquer the whole world. But that's not what I want. All I want right now is to keep that arrow out of Diavolo's hands, and my Silver Chariot is now in a position to oblige. But I only caught a glimpse of what it's capable of. Something tells me this time, we'll understand more of its power."

"Found it," Diavolo said as he punched through a crack in the stone, revealing the arrow. King Crimson grabbed it by the shaft. "This arrow clearly holds some incredible secret! Somehow Polnareff's Stand was able to extend beyond its normal range and meld into the surroundings! There's no sign of it now, but it's likely returned to Polnareff without the arrow to sustain that power."

He looked over to the group. In the process of tracking Silver Chariot, he had wound up getting quite a distance from them. "Hmm... Normally even my King Crimson would be hard pressed to kill nine people. There's only so much I can do within ten seconds. But maybe, if I can figure out how to use this arrow... I can do far more!" Just then, he heard something hit the stone near him and whirled his head in that direction. "What was that!?" He spotted a dark figure appear in the stands above him.

The figure seemed to invoke the image of a conquistador from Spain. It had its back to Diavolo, steam coming off of it. "Who are you!?," Diavolo demanded, "When did you get here!? How did you get here!?" The figure turned its head in response to Diavolo's questions, and he gasped when he saw an indentation on the right side of its head that looked made to fit the arrow he was now holding. "What is that mark!?," he called out as the figure kept walking, "Hold it! Stop right there!"

Suddenly, Diavolo found the arrow slipping from his grasp, the arrowhead bouncing off the stones and towards the figure. "Why... Why did I drop it...? You! I gave you an order to stop! Face me, coward!" The figure ignored him, and he slid down the wall in a sitting position. "Why am I sitting down...? Why do I feel such anxiety? He came from the wall where Chariot melted into... But... It couldn't be... Could it?" Back at the group, they were also feeling sleepy. "What's...," Rarity started, "What's going on...?"

"It's already begun," Polnareff explained, feeling drowsy himself, "At this point... Chariot is no longer under my control... Well, not entirely... It's still obeying my will, to keep the arrow away from Diavolo for as long as possible... But I can no longer direct it." All at once, the group started to fall asleep, as well as Diavolo. In fact, all of Roma was starting to fall asleep all at once. It was gradual, just gradual enough for people to realize what was happening and stop whatever they were doing if it was dangerous, like driving a car or handling something hot.

The figure was, in fact, Silver Chariot, at least in name. But it was no longer the Silver Chariot it had once been. Polnareff looked at what had become of his Stand. 'Sorry about this, mon ami. But Diavolo cannot be allowed to grow stronger. Jotaro told me about the strange incident with Yoshikage Kira. How a second stab with a normal arrow unlocked a new power for him. Diavolo is dangerous enough on his own. Letting him gain even more power could ruin the world.'

Silver Chariot turned in response to Polnareff's thoughts, as if to say, "Don't worry. I understand and I'll keep it safe. At least long enough to get it to someone who can use it for good." This was to be the final confrontation. The group was all assembled, Diavolo was exposed, and now the final battle to decide the fate of Italy, and perhaps the world, was about to begin. But before Diavolo could be dealt with, a new and strange circumstance would have to be overcome.

Throughout this story, many bizarre occurrences have been documented. Long before these characters were born, events were being shaped. And strange powers were fighting behind the scenes. But no matter how many times a person says "I've seen it all", somehow or other, the universe proves them wrong. Especially Giorno, who was about to face an ultimate test that made Polpo's lighter seem like the entrance exams to a kindergarten.

I realize the ending got kinda exposition-based, but these shorter chapter arcs leave little to work with. That said, I hope I did good job with the last paragraph.