Inside the cathedral, Dante and Astaroth were demolishing the place with the sheer force of their spells clashing against each other.
"Rapture!" Dante shouted as he waved his hand to the side, shooting an invisible air slice that Astaroth was able to block with his arm, leaving a long slash mark in the wall behind him.
"Not bad…" Dante commented, seeing that his spell barely caused a scratch on Astaroth's arm.
"I told you, Hellslayer… I'm the King of Wrath now—These spells won't hold me back," Astaroth said, his tone sounding more humble when speaking to Dante.
Dante grinned with excitement and tensed his muscles, realizing that Astaroth was much more powerful than the first time he met him.
"Let's hear it, then…" Dante said.
At that moment, the air around them fell silent, and both the warlock and the archdemon uttered the same words simultaneously.
"Malevolent Art: Wrath," they chanted in unison.
