Dante traversed the long corridors, destroying any living being that appeared. Indeed, he discovered that these individuals had been hired by some institution or person; they were mercenaries unaffiliated with any guild. At least, that's what it seemed like and also justified the immense power difference between him and the mercenaries, who quickly perished with just a few strikes and had no real skills.
"Another one," he said as he severed the head of yet another mercenary, without the latter even noticing.
"I'm getting tired of killing cockroaches, Aaralyn. Where are you?" said Dante, pulling out some kind of sphere, and a blinking glow appeared.
"I found more survivors, master. I've already freed them. I managed to gather some information you'd like to hear..."
"Go on."
