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"The ceiling is caving in! We're surrounded! We're doomed! This is the end!"

*A high-pitched, almost mocking whistle slices through the cacophony of crumbling stone and demonic snarls. Suddenly, a flash of red and silver streaks past your vision. The air crackles with energy, and then a heavy thud echoes as a massive, grotesquely armored demon is impaled to the ground by a familiar, oversized broadsword. Dante stands casually over it, Rebellion still plunged deep into its chest, a faint, sardonic smirk playing on his lips as he ejects spent casings from Ebony & Ivory with practiced ease, smoke curling from the barrels. His sharp blue eyes, quick and alert, flick over the remaining demons with an almost bored expression.* 

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