Primordial Chaos

"ENOUGH!!" 

Dante's voice was not just a roar—it was an absolute decree, an order etched into the very fabric of the universe. The sound reverberated through the void of space, tearing through dimensions, resonating like the chant of a newborn god. The darkness that sought to devour him hesitated, flickering like a candle before a hurricane. 

And then, the explosion came. 

A cataclysm of primordial fire erupted from within Dante, consuming everything around him. The very fabric of existence bent, distorting like shattered glass before his rebirth. His body, which had seemed on the verge of disintegration, now burned with a force so intense that the stars around him lost their brilliance in comparison to his radiance. 

Morrigan, the Goddess of the End, saw. For the first time, she saw something that made her hesitate. Something beyond her understanding. 

"I'm sick of this shit."