Demonic Retribution

The silence stretched on for long seconds.

Dante's golden gaze pierced Morrigan's soul, stripping her of all her layers, exposing every fear, every secret buried in her existence. The overwhelming weight of his presence made each of her breaths feel like a titanic effort, and every beat of her heart sounded like the pounding of drums announcing her inevitable defeat.

Then, he raised his hand.

The Supreme World of Lust twisted at his command. Colors fragmented, the space spiraled into impossible shapes, and in the blink of an eye, the ground disappeared beneath her feet.

Morrigan fell.

The fall lasted an instant—or an eternity. Time lost its meaning.