A glancing blow grazed Dante's face as he pushed forward through the carnage, cutting down demons with brutal efficiency. His body was a storm of destruction; every swing of his blade brought death, and the screams of the damned echoed like a macabre symphony around him.
"I can feel it…" Dante murmured as blood sprayed in all directions, painting him as a figure straight out of a nightmare. His eyes were fixed on something invisible to others but tangible to him. "The Sovereign's Mandate... it's close." There was a gleam in his eyes, a mix of determination and hunger for the artifact that symbolized absolute dominion over Hell.
"Lucifer's throne!" Akira shouted suddenly, pointing in a direction while her massive sword cleaved through dozens of demons in a single swing. Her breaths were heavy, but she pressed on, slashing and advancing. "There! That's it!"
