"Cough… cough…"
Dante coughed up mouthfuls of blood violently, hearing only a loud ringing in his ears.
'What… happened?'
Narrowing his eyes, Dante glanced at his right arm, seeing his centipede in the form of a shield.
'I remember now…'
Dante was lying on the ground after he was sent flying by a sudden explosion. He went crashing through several walls before falling outside the inn.
His body was covered with some light wounds and heat marks, but thankfully, his cloak reduced the damage of the heat of the explosion that hit him, and his centipede protected him from the explosion itself.
'If I was a second late…'
Dante endured his pain and stood up, turning his relic into a sword and using it for support.
The next moment, he glanced at the… the inn?
'Oh no…'
The inn wasn't there anymore.
All he saw through the green mist and the grey smoke was half a building of scattered stones and burning wood, with several noticeable arrows in a few places.
