Increasing Power Scaling.

The silence that followed was heavy, as if the very universe held its breath in anticipation of the impending clash. Morrigan clenched her fists, her aura flickering slightly— a detail that did not escape Dante's notice. Fear, however small, now existed within her.

Dante spun Rebellion in the air, feeling the new connection he had with the blade. It was no longer just a weapon, but an extension of his own will, pulsing with the power of a dragon and a demon intertwined into an absolute being. His grin widened.

"You feel it, don't you?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder. "The dominion I now possess. The supremacy."

Morrigan gritted her teeth, her expression hardening once more. Her pride was far too vast to be shattered so quickly.

"Raw power means nothing before the End," her voice was as cold as eternal ice. "No matter how much strength you wield, Dante… in the end, everything vanishes."