An unsettling space. Anxiety spreads in your chest, but nothing happened. It was suspiciously quiet here. Is the battle with Bucciarati over?
Someone's hand lightly touches yours, and long fingers wrap around your palm
Finally we are together...In peace...
A deep, yet calm voice is heard. Even joyful. You immediately recognize it, you know who it belongs to. Diavolo... That's right, that's his voice. But why is he here?
We are here, it has finally come.
You opened your eyes. Violet flashes were flying across the sky. Or rather, across the entire space. What is this place? It doesn't look like Italy...or any other planet at all.
Now we can merge. Merge with everything we have.
Diavolo read blissful speeches, as if he was playing a joke on you. It was so strange. But so calm.