JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Horizons

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Prologue: The Unshattered Illusion

Cetz stood with his hands in his pockets, watching Akira and the others struggle inside his carefully crafted nightmare.

The heroes were still fighting, clawing at the walls of their own minds, trying to escape.

Pathetic.

Even Akira, who had managed to disrupt the illusion slightly, was still trapped in the cycle of his own past.

Cetz tilted his head, amused. "You're all so predictable. Always trying to fight through fear as if willpower alone is enough."

His golden eyes gleamed.

"But willpower means nothing… if time itself is against you."

And with that, he snapped his fingers—

The illusions did not break.

Instead—

The entire world froze.

Akira's breath caught. The air became heavy, suffocating.

A sudden pressure crushed the atmosphere.

Then—

A second presence emerged.

Footsteps echoed in the void.

Deliberate. Slow. Unstoppable.

Cetz smirked. "Ah, right on time."

Akira turned, his body screaming in protest—

And Minh stepped forward from the darkness.

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Phase One: The Master of Time

The moment Minh appeared, everything around them seemed to distort.

The sky cracked like shattered glass.

Colors warped. Shapes bent unnaturally.

It was as if the entire world had become… wrong.

Akira felt a sharp pain in his chest. His breathing became erratic. His heartbeat—

Skipping.

No.

Not skipping.

Time itself was slipping.

"Having fun, Akira?" Minh's voice was calm. Deceptively gentle.

His violet eyes glowed with an eerie luminescence, the mark of a Stand user whose power surpassed mortal limits.

Akira forced himself to stand straight, pushing back against the unbearable weight in the air. "So, you finally show up."

Minh smiled slightly. "Of course. I wanted to see just how strong you've become."

His gaze flicked to Cetz. "And?"

Cetz shrugged. "They're putting up a fight. But in the end, it doesn't matter. Their weaknesses are carved into them. Deep wounds never heal completely."

Minh hummed thoughtfully.

Then—

He raised a single hand.

And reality collapsed.

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Phase Two: The Wrath of Chrono Requiem

The world around them shattered into fragments of time.

Akira barely had a second to react before Minh vanished—

And reappeared behind him.

A fist slammed into his gut.

Akira gasped, pain exploding through his ribs.

Before he could even stumble back, Minh grabbed his throat and hurled him through the broken space.

Akira crashed into something solid—

But when he hit the ground, it wasn't where he had been before.

The battlefield had changed.

The past and present overlapped.

Akira saw himself standing there—five years younger, standing in his childhood bedroom, listening to his mother's last song.

Then Minh's foot slammed into his ribs.

The past vanished in an instant, replaced by pain.

Akira coughed blood.

Daisuke, Hiroshi, Kenji, and Mei—each still trapped in their own nightmares—began to react, but Minh's voice cut through the air.

"Don't bother moving."

And suddenly—

Their bodies froze.

Like puppets whose strings had been severed.

Hiroshi's muscles locked in place.

Kenji's fists stopped mid-motion.

Daisuke's breath hitched.

Mei's eyes widened in shock.

Minh lowered his hand slightly.

"You see," he said, "Cetz's illusions attack your mind. But my Chrono Requiem…"

His expression darkened.

"It attacks your existence."

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Phase Three: The Hopeless Struggle

Akira forced himself up, clutching his ribs.

He could still feel the residual echoes of Minh's attacks.

It was more than just speed.

Minh wasn't simply moving fast.

He was controlling time itself.

Akira gritted his teeth.

Then—

His Stand, Echo Chamber, flared to life.

A ripple of sound vibrated through the air—an attempt to disrupt the fabric of Minh's ability.

But Minh simply flicked his fingers.

And Akira's attack reversed.

The soundwaves bent backward, snapping against Akira instead.

The force slammed into his chest, knocking the wind from his lungs.

Minh sighed, disappointed. "That's all?"

Akira's vision blurred. His body ached.

Cetz chuckled from the sidelines, arms crossed. "I told you. They're not ready for this."

Minh glanced at him. "Perhaps. But we should still teach them a lesson."

Cetz smirked. "You read my mind."

And then—

The two of them attacked together.

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Phase Four: The Twin Nightmares

Cetz snapped his fingers.

Instantly—

The battlefield fractured.

Akira and the others found themselves falling through endless space, each landing in a different nightmare.

Hiroshi fell into his past duel.

Kenji was buried alive beneath rubble.

Daisuke was trapped inside his wrecked car, flames consuming everything.

Mei stood alone, facing the ghost of her father's disapproval.

And Akira—

Akira was standing in a dark void.

With Minh in front of him.

Unstoppable. Unmatched.

"You can't win, Akira." Minh's voice was eerily calm. "You never could."

Akira clenched his fists.

But Minh didn't move.

Instead—

A second Minh appeared.

Then a third.

A fourth.

Suddenly, Akira was surrounded.

The Minhs all spoke at once.

"You're too late."

"You always were."

"You think you can fight fate?"

Akira took a step back.

Then—

They all attacked at once.

A thousand fists struck him from every angle.

Pain. Agony. His body collapsing.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't move.

Minh stepped forward, crouching next to him.

"Your story ends here, Akira," he murmured. "Just accept it."

His fingers reached forward—

And touched Akira's forehead.

A pulse of time energy surged through his skull.

Akira's mind screamed.

His vision faded to white.

And then—

Silence.

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