Looking up at the dome of the sky, gazing at Giorno standing in the void like a deity, and at Gold Experience transformed completely beside him, Diavolo was stunned, bewildered, and driven all the more to anger by his humiliation, cold sweat streaming down his face.
He had witnessed the power of Silver Chariot Requiem with his own eyes. So what kind of power would Gold Experience possess as a Requiem of the same caliber?
Diavolo thought, his mind wandering in a daze as he instantly rejected the notion.
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