With a silent vow to end Dante's reign of terror, Alex vanished from his spot, leaving only a faint afterimage in his wake.
Woosh! He reappeared behind Dante, his Meteorite Sword poised for a swift and decisive strike.
Dante, his senses momentarily overwhelmed by the sudden influx of strong energy, failed to detect Alex's approach. He was too focused on draining the life essence of his victims, their fading cries of pain music to his ears.
Swooosh! Alex's sword descended, its blade slicing through the air with a silent whisper.
Dante, his reflexes dulled by his bloodlust, barely had time to turn his head before the blade pierced his chest, severing his heart.
A look of shock and disbelief flashed across Dante's face, his eyes widening as he realized his mortality. His grip on his victims loosened, their life force slowly returning to their bodies.
