When Dante stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the dark carriers and the drugged women, a wave of calming energy enveloped the area.
June was squeezing the healthstone Dante had given her, and as her injuries healed, she gazed at the warlock and widened her eyes with surprise.
'That feels… nice?' June thought.
A white and golden mist materialized and wrapped around Dante's body, gradually changing his dark hair to a bright white color.
Neil and the rest of the Kappa Team couldn't contain their expressions from being utterly perplexed, and when Dante's transformation finished, a gust of wind gently blew against everyone's heads.
Dante's presence extruded an uncanny sense of divinity, stemming from the ghostly woman who materialized from the mist and held onto the warlock's shoulders.
"Beatrice, forgive me… I need you again," Dante muttered, his words perfectly clear on his microphone for Camille to hear.
