Dante watched Loki closely, his mind analyzing every movement with precision.
'He's no longer a god, just a husk of what he once was. Still, a divine soul... I'll need to be cautious of his attacks,' Dante thought, his sharp eyes observing Loki. 'Considering Hell recognizes me as evil, that green light must be devastating against me. It would likely burn my essence without effort.'
His gaze shifted to the spear in Loki's hands. There was no mistaking the weapon. 'A clone of Gungnir... but the real one is with Valentina,' he mused, narrowing his eyes. The resemblance was perfect, but Dante could spot a fake. Even so, the power radiating from the replica wasn't something to dismiss.