The wall exploded inward, filling the room with stone, dust, and deafening noise.
The air turned gray. Thick.
And beyond the rubble, shadows moved.
Zombies. Skeletons. Dozens… maybe more.
And among them, other figures.
Too many identical ones.
Dante.
One. Two. Five.
Smiling.
Watching them.
Suddenly, Vimel moved, too fast.
His hand closed around Moonlight's neck. He lifted her off the ground.
"…"
Her feet dangled in the air.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Max stepped forward, furious.
"Let her go!"
"Have you lost your mind?!"
But Azael spoke.
Cold.
"He's not going to let her go."
Max turned.
"…what?"
Azael didn't look away.
"Because that's not your companion."
A pause.
"That's the real Dante."
Silence.
A smile spread across his face.
Then, Vimel's skin shifted. Turned red. Dark. Horns grew from his forehead. His hair turned white. A tail slid behind him.
His eyes gleamed.
It was Dante.
"I must say… it was a pleasure spending time with all of you."
