Dante arched an eyebrow as he stared at the massive sandstorm, carried by an aura... strange... very strange...
And the desert heat did nothing to change that perception. It seemed like everything was becoming more suffocating, more tense, more concentrated with the presence of both sides merging.
Lilith curiously observed the sandstorm while still wrapped in Dante's touch. She stood beside him, holding his arm, completely engrossed as she calmly watched the strange storm.
Her eyes gleamed as she looked in its direction. 'Oh... how interesting...' she murmured, sensing various auras emerging.
Valentina, on the other hand, was doing the same, gripping Gungnir tightly, curious about what was coming...
'He wants to attack us directly? How strange... Doesn't he have a general? This strategy is really dumb,' she thought. Having fought many wars, she knew that attacking first was nothing but foolish.
