A few hours later, all that was left of the command center were broken screens, shattered machinery, and plentiful body fluids. On one side, Dante lay amidst a console of computers that had been shattered, panting tiredly while orange energy flickered haphazardly around his body.
On the other side, Beatrice also lay in a heap, her breathing labored as her lower body leaked a copious amount of white fluids. She was seated above a group of broken chairs, looking tired but still energetic compared to the defeated Dante.
It was clear who won.
After resting for a bit, the two cleaned up and wore their clothes once more, Dante with a sullen expression while Beatrice was beaming. However, in consideration of Dante's pride, she did not say anything to provoke him.
