Dante felt the heat radiating from the massive orb of fire in the sky. If it wasn't for its presence, he would laughed at how fun it was to fly. It felt amazing to feel the air around him. It felt even better to realize how small we are compared to the world around us.
However, oddly enough, it felt terrible knowing that at the end of his trip he would die.
He thought about his options and realized that he didn't have many. He could risk going into it, but judging by the size of the orb, it was probably going to be impossible. He also had no abilities that could let him move in the middle of the air.
He quickly realized that he only had one option.
He closed his eyes.
Dante let out the air in his lungs and relaxed as much as possible, or at least as much as he could while flying towards his death.
And that was when he lost control.
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Dante opened his eyes.
And with it came a devilish smile.