While the Daywalkers felt a sense of serenity washing over them under Jojo's melodic voice, Rain scoffed under his breath, "How foolish..."
He was unfazed by her futile attempt, knowing that the Nightmare of the Id technique would not stop until it drained every ounce of its victims' fear, leaving them as nothing more than lifeless husks.
Crack! Crack!...
As expected, each impact created a fresh web of cracks across Jojo's spiritual armor, causing the sound of fracturing light to echo in everyone's souls... a reminder of what would befall them if it shattered.
As much as the Daywalkers tried their best to put their hearts and trust in Jojo, their instincts couldn't be suppressed. As the thought of death sank deep within their hearts, it birthed the sole natural response: Fear.
Rain felt its emergence instantly, leaving him with a faint, lethargic smile. He said nothing, as he could feel the chameleon's hex feasting on their fear despite the protection of Jojo's ultimate!
