When the night enshrouded the city of Novis, Dante and June were left on a rural street that was less than a kilometer away from the abandoned factory.
"Do you want me to wait here?" Neil asked the pair.
"Yeah, this place is fine," Dante casually replied as he put on his mask.
Neil had parked beside a few trees, which were the only thing that could slightly hide the car. The rest of the road was wholly barren, with the abandoned factory not too far in the distance.
"How are we going in?" June inquired, strapping an extra pistol on her leg.
"I was thinking from the top… However, Miss June, are you prepared for what you are about to see?" Dante said with a serious tone.
From the warlock's perspective, the abandoned factory was oozing with an ominous amount of umbra, so he already knew that the sight would be brutal.
