Dante surveyed the battlefield, his eyes scanning the grotesque, twisted bodies of the hybrids. Something was off, not what he expected after so many fights. He felt something very wrong about the situation, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Something's seriously wrong..." Dante murmured, looking at the scene before him again, once more in an open field littered with countless, utterly distorted hybrid monsters.
"Dante, I don't want to doubt you, but are you sure this isn't some plan of Fenrir's?" Siren asked while cleaning the blood from her claws.
"I'm starting to doubt myself too. I don't feel any divine energy coming from them... Something's definitely off with these guys." Dante replied as more hellhounds emerged to absorb the hybrids.
"Indeed, there's no trace of divine energy from them," Lilith knelt next to one of the dead carcasses.
