The Demon Dragon God

Dante gripped Rebellion firmly, his eyes locked onto the new form of Mary Rose. Or rather, Morrigan, the Goddess of the End. Her humanoid body radiated a power that made reality itself tremble around her. Every step she took left a trail of destruction, and her dark wings seemed to devour the very light of the world. 

Dante smirked, spinning his sword over his shoulder. "So, Morrigan, let's see if 'the End' really means anything to me." 

She didn't respond with words. She simply raised a hand, and the world shook. 

Reality around Dante distorted. A discomforting sensation overtook his body, as if he were being pulled in multiple directions at once. He instinctively leaped back, just in time to see the ground where he had stood vanish into nothingness in the blink of an eye. It was as if that space had been erased from existence. 

"Tch... I see," he muttered, narrowing his eyes. "Reality collapse? That's new."