Don't play with threats

"Honestly, we're a bit surprised by your performance on this side of the multiverse," White said with an enigmatic smile, sitting at a table that seemed to float, as if defying gravity, in the vast celestial space they were in. Around them, entire universes spread out, floating like spheres of shimmering energy, each representing a distinct reality, as if they were distant stars.

Dante, immersed in that surreal vision, was not impressed. He kept his gaze firm, defiant, watching the two Administrators.

"I'd like to know why," he said, his voice carrying a calmness that contrasted with the inner chaos still burning in his chest.

Black paused, his silhouette standing out in the cosmic darkness. "Our initial plan was to create Absolute Chaos, a being with the power to face... that person."

Dante furrowed his brow, recognizing the reference. "Angra Mainyu," he spoke, a bitter memory of a treacherous dragon that had betrayed him in his previous life.