Now... How Will You Deal With a Second One?

"You talk too much," Dante retorted with a cold smile on his face. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his sword again, his hands steady despite the fatigue beginning to weigh on his muscles. "If that's the best you've got, then I'm disappointed." 

"Arrogant," Minos replied as a strange sword began to emerge from an eerie portal. 

'?' Dante was surprised; he hadn't expected a demon like this to wield a sword. 

The sword emerging from the portal before Minos was an impressive and terrifying sight. It seemed forged from solid shadows, its blade rippling as if alive, pulsating with dark, chaotic energy. The weapon's very presence seemed to distort the air around it, as if reality itself resisted its existence.