You'll finally get to understand just what Down at the Station can do. Now I consider this to be the mightiest Stand ever conceived by anyone. You may disagree but that's your right as a human. I'm only giving my honest, albeit biased, opinion.

I should also mention, the alter verse that exists beyond the crack is a world of High Fantasy, where things like dragons, magic, monsters, and other fantasy elements do exist, in addition to Stands. Keep this in mind.

Several carriages traveled out to where the tower was located. "The base we are seeing is the true physical form of Down at the Station," Starlight clarified, "The rest is all forged from its power. I'm sure the Stand user will tell you more when we get inside." "And who is the Stand user?," George asked. "No one alive remembers his name," Gazef replied, "We only refer to him as the Ancient One, because he has somehow lived for almost 50,000 years, and his Stand is just as old."

"That coincides with the time of the meteor impact at Cape York," Gyro realized. "I'm guessing the place you refer to is where our realms converge," Starlight noted, "But your timeline is accurate. From all knowledge on the subject, it's very likely Down at the Station may be the first Stand to have ever existed." The carriages stopped outside the tower as Starlight emerged to greet the adventurers. She then noticed four she didn't recognize.

"Excuse me," she said to the obvious leader of the group, a young swordsman with blonde hair, "I don't think I recognize your group." "Ah," the man said, "Sorry, we're actually a group of workers from Baharuth. We were in Re-Estize for a bit when we heard about this job and thought it might be easy money. Name's Hekkeran Termite." A half-elf woman stepped forward. "I'm Imina." An armored priest nodded. "Roberdyck Goltron." A young female caster also approached. "And I'm Arche Eeb Rile Furt."

Starlight grinned. "Well, we're already here, so no point in having you turn back. But I'll have you keep close to me. That way I can keep you strong with the power of my Stand." She turned around, and George realized her dress had no back, leaving a tattoo completely exposed. The design and markings reminded George and Gyro of the Chinese concept of wu xing, or the five basic elements. "This is my Stand," Starlight explained, "Dove and Grenade. With it I can control the concepts of earth, fire, water, wood, and metal to either enhance or destroy, hence the name."

Inside the tower the group first noticed a large train centered on a rotary platform. "What is this?," Gazef asked. "That, my friend," came a voice whose tone suggested great age, "Was the Stand of my younger brother." The group turned to see an elderly gentleman standing there. His body still looked to be in his prime, but his face, beard, and white hair showed he was quite old. "You must be the Ancient One," Gyro surmised. "That is the name I go by these days," the Ancient One confirmed, "After so many millennia, even I have forgotten what my real name was."

"Then this is your Stand we're in right now," George said, "The others called it Down at the Station." "Ah, so you know of Stands then," the Ancient One replied, "It's a very powerful Stand, in spite of being completely useless for fighting. It is not a power meant to bring harm, or to curse others. It cannot heal, or cause anger, or even manipulate any facet of reality. What Down at the Station is meant to do... Is unite a realm." The words he spoke actually brought awe to all those present. "The power... To unite a realm...," Gazef muttered softly.

"But how does that work?," Hekkeran asked. "Simply put," the Ancient One explained, "Down at the Station extends the Spirit Tracks across the land. The tracks are made from Stand energy, but that energy is so powerful even non-Stand users can see it. Then any train can use the tracks, and even this very station, to move about the realm. The gratitude that comes with that unity travels back here, and makes the tracks more intricate. Eventually it gets to the point where a whole tower is needed just to keep track of all the trains coming and going."

"But what happened then?," Gyro asked. The Ancient One sighed. "A mysterious cabal forced its way into the tower using a deadly Stand that resembled a demonic train. They filled the upper floors of the tower with monsters, killed most my old workers, and caused the tower to come apart. This caused the Spirit Tracks to start to fade. They worked by breaking up the unity I had cultivated over centuries, just to weaken my defenses. But my actual Stand is not so easy to destroy. Normally I would have the means to repair the tracks, but the monsters are still on the upper levels. And as strong as I am, I am also old and outnumbered. Those few workers who still live fled months ago."

"That's why I came here with help," Starlight said, "How do we undo this?" The Ancient One smirked. "I see. Yes, with more Stand users it should be easy. We must travel to the upper floor of the station. There we'll find a rail map forged by my Stand. It will restore some of the tracks, enough that they can start to be rebuilt." He started walking up the stairs in the station, followed by several people, including George, Gazef, Starlight, and Gyro.

As it happened, Momonga and his team were also there. "Interesting," Nishikienrai said, "If this tower can lead to the energy sources, whatever they are, it's in our best interest to see the Spirit Tracks restored." Momonga nodded. "And we can make use of the unity created by this Stand to build a small power base within this realm." The three teammates traveled with the others to the upper floor. While up there, they discovered a group of metal armors.

"Strange," George said, "They all look identical." "The one who summoned them could only conjure a few different types," the Ancient One explained, "But then their leader used a power that seemed to replicate them endlessly." Many of the lesser adventurers seemed concerned, but Starlight smiled. "Dove and Grenade! Creation, wood feeds fire, fire creates earth, earth bears metal, metal collects water, water grows wood!" The outer circle of her Stand glowed as she chanted.

The adventurers gasped as their weapons, various swords and staves, glowed with energy. A strong warmth emerged from within them, encouraging them. The very ground beneath them seemed to give them strength. Several armors approached to attack. Gazef made the first offensive. "Dawn of Battle!" He clashed blades with one armor briefly before cleaving it in two. Gyro launched his own Stand's power. "Ball Breaker!" The sphere of energy hit another armor, reducing it to dust in seconds as rust overcame its form. He then blocked another blade with his Hamon. "Metal Silver Overdrive!"

Energy coursed through the armor, disrupting the magic that fed its life force and causing it to become a useless pile of scrap on the ground. George used his own Stand to block and cut through the armor creatures, while Starlight focused energy in her hand. "Destruction, wood parts earth, earth dams water, water douses fire, fire melts metal, metal chops wood!" The star within the circle of her tattoo glowed as she launched a sphere of elemental energy that spread out after hitting one armor to destroy several more.

Before long the horde was wiped out, letting the group reach a large chamber. The Ancient One approached a stone tablet on a pedestal in the center of the room. "This is where it all starts. This is a rail map that will energize my Stand's effect, allowing the Spirit Tracks to begin spreading. Now... Down at the Station!" The tablet glowed before turning into a ball of light that raced through the halls and back to the main station. Down below, the Ancient One looked at the map.

"It's already connecting several former stations," he noted, "Good. One last detail." "Wait," Hekkeran said, "What about the rest of the map?" "It's pieces lie on the upper floors of the tower," the Ancient One replied, "But we cannot access them until they are connected to four special magical reservoirs, which help feed magic through the line and allow trains to run without need for fuel. This is not entirely the power of my Stand, just a side-effect of its abilities. That is why the tower became disconnected, because its functions became temporarily obsolete."

He pointed to the large train. "But that train, my brother's Stand, is the exception. With it we can restore the full power of the Spirit tracks." "And where is your brother?," Gazef asked. The Ancient One sighed. "He's long been dead. However... This Stand has a unique property to it. It somehow merged with ore from the stone that creates Stand power, and thus can continue to exist without him. Every time its user dies, it waits patiently for the next one, a person with Stand potential but no Stand."

He then eyed Hekkeran. "But you... You were drawn here somehow. Most of the group here came from Re-Estize, but you appear to be from Baharuth. I wonder... Why not try it out for yourself?" Hekkeran, encouraged by his teammates, entered the train. Instantly, the train came to life, various functions activating. "As I thought!," the Ancient One said excitedly, "Once again, Ticket to Ride makes ready for the line!" Hekkeran smiled in excitement as him team boarded as well, Imina hugging him in delight.

"We'll be sure to make use of this gift you gave us," Starlight said. She, George, Gyro, and Gazef got on as well. The other adventurers chose to remain behind, ready for when the next level of the tower connected. Or at least most of them did, as Momonga and his team left while no one was looking. "We'll return to E-Rantel for now," Momonga noted, "Our adventures lie elsewhere, but I get the feeling we'll be running into those four several more times as we try to find out who this mysterious cabal is. They are certain to be a great obstacle."