As he ran, his heart hurt more, as if someone were squeezing it. Even though he had seven hearts, they all seemed synchronized.
Dante had already left Mercedes far behind. He ran using all his strength, feeling a strange negative energy. He couldn't risk it; his body moved automatically.
His run was exhausting. He still hadn't recovered from the fight with Mercedes, but he kept running without stopping.
"Hey, you worthless body, start working properly before I break you and create a new one!" He cursed himself as he ran. With every moment, he felt more of the strange energy coming from the palace.
[Teleport], he tried. Several times he tried to use magic, but nothing could be done. The bad feeling didn't leave his body.
[Teleport!] He tried again, but his affinity with space was almost zero. Despite being able to sense spatial mana, he couldn't use it.
