Dante felt an
emotion bubble up inside of him, a feeling he had thrown
away the day he cast off his name and chose to live as a
human mercenary. It was an emotion that powered his
sarcastic mask.
"Time to show you the terror of a real demon sword."
The clashing auras raged throughout the room. Each
warrior's magical energy crashed and thundered,
demolishing walls and throwing furniture into the air. The
entire building creaked amid the fury, exhibiting a quality
inanimate objects were not supposed to possess. Absolute
fear.