Dust rose into the air, making the atmosphere even heavier. Splinters of wood and broken roots were scattered everywhere, while blood seemed to rain from the ceiling, the result of a massive beam of roots transporting negative energy being destroyed.
Then, a figure emerged from the debris.
"Hahahaha!" A different voice came as it rose from the ground. It wasn't Dante laughing; a demon emerged from the mist, looking toward where Dante had fallen. This time, however, it wasn't exactly that demon... At least its appearance wasn't the same.
Its appearance seemed to have shattered; it was as if it was just in a transformation, or rather, a different bodily armor than usual.
"HAHAHAHA!" The man's laughter echoed as he stepped out of the rubble. Dante was trapped between the wood and the innards of the roots, but he quickly freed himself, devastating his surroundings with just his aura.
