Marius shouted and yelled until his voice was raw. Dante could hear his muffled voice. He heard the words he spoke. Dante clenched his fists as he attempted to stand. But all the strength he could muster was only enough to hold him up to his knees.
CRASH!
The eighth bolt of lightning.
Dante refused to fall back to the ground. He was still kneeling on the ground. Blood spewed from his mouth once more, dripping down his chest. His ears were ringing. Blood covered his face too. He could barely see anything before him.
"Dante,"
He heard a familiar voice. Dante looked up, turning his head left and right to look for the source of the voice.
"Dante!"
He could sense the urgency of the voice. He knew whose voice this was.
"Lai...Laina," he called out her name as he reached his hand out.
