Do you want to go out with me?

The pressure in the air became dense, heavy, yet strangely filled with a heat that, for a moment, made Strelitzia forget her anger. Her eyes were fixed on the dragon before her, and for the first time, something in her chest tightened—not from fear, but from a subtle recognition. Dante was no longer that man. He had transformed, evolved into something far beyond what she could comprehend, something that she couldn't yet see, but he knew exactly what it was.

She, the Queen of Angels, a positive goddess, could not even imagine the essence of a negative god. To her, that concept was unfathomable. The balance between good and evil had never been something she needed to fully understand, as her existence was based on the purity of light. But here, before Dante in his dragon form, she saw the true strength of darkness.