Or rather, his ghost in the machine.
Not with fire—with absence . A hole in reality that swallowed sound, light, and gravity. Dante caught his pizza mid-air, set it down gently (respect for the craft), and reached for Ebony & Ivory. The air tasted like rust and forgotten screams. devil may cry nsp
Dante dashed forward—Stinger—but the blade passed through the NSP like smoke. The creature countered with a palm-strike that didn’t break ribs. It deleted them. Dante coughed, felt his left lung flicker out of existence for a full second. Or rather, his ghost in the machine
Dante grinned. “Finally. A challenge that doesn’t bleed out in two hits.” devil may cry nsp