With a battle cry, Dante leapt down from the rocky formation, his sword now a beacon of pure energy. He dove straight into the entity, which responded with a wall of shadows trying to hold him back. The blade met resistance, but Dante did not relent. With a monumental effort, he cut through the shadows, cleaving the entity's form in half.
A deafening scream echoed through the abyss, and the creature began to fragment, its seemingly eternal shape breaking apart into pieces. Dante landed heavily on the ground, panting but victorious. He raised his sword once more, ready to finish what remained of the entity.
"You can't... destroy me completely," the creature's voice echoed, now weaker but still present. "I am part of this place. And this place is eternal."
Dante lowered his sword slightly, observing the scattered shadows around him. "Maybe you're right," he said, his tone almost casual. "But I don't need to destroy you. I just need to pass through you."