Balrog arched back, and the flame that covered his body flared brighter and stronger. Random
debris from devoured trees and dilapidated houses in the vicinity flew across their battle ground—and in
an instant everything turned into a sea of fire.
Dante didn’t even raise an eyebrow.
“Does every demon have mass pyromania?” he snapped, brushing some embers from his duster.
“No matter where I go, I always find some little creature ready to burn me to a crisp!”