Dante's arrogance.

Dante stood motionless, staring at the enormous dragon looming before him, its titanic wings blocking the sky like a menacing shadow. His gaze, now glowing with a supernatural light, was firm and unyielding. He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, his voice reverberating like thunder, making the air around him tremble. 

"Then go," he challenged, the intensity in his voice causing the dragon to hesitate for a moment. "Complete your plan." 

Mary Rose, in her colossal dragon form, tilted her reptilian head, letting out a low growl that made the ground quake. "You're being arrogant," she spat, but there was something in her voice—a note of doubt, a hesitation she couldn't conceal. 

"Fufufu." Dante let out a short, cold laugh, as if he'd heard an unfunny joke. 

"Arrogant? Oh, Mary Rose…" He shook his head slightly, the smile fading as his expression grew dangerously serious.