Chapter 69: Plan.
Dante stood motionless, a mundane pistol held in his extended right hand. The sound of gunfire continued to echo in his ears, but even that soon faded, leaving him with the silence of his surroundings.
At his feet, a young girl with crimson hair lay motionless. The mascaraed mask that accompanied her costume had disappeared at some point. The bracelet that controlled her outfits was tinkered with, most likely by Caligo’s short Diver, to ensure she wouldn’t change till they were done filming, but the electromagnetic pulse from his guard’s rail gun must have messed it up.
The girl’s deep blue eyes stared back at him, the fearless glimmer in their depth long extinguished. Right above, at the center of her forehead, a dark hole pierced deep into her head, and the crimson liquid overflowing from it blended with the uneven strands of her hair.
Sucking in a deep breath, Dante turned his sight to Epsilon’s motionless corpse, walked over, then pointed his gun.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
A click followed the last shot, informing him that he was out of bullets. The short bastard had died from the first one, but there was no harm in making sure he didn’t get up.
’Volcan.’
[The process has already been initiated, as per plan.]
Hearing the AI’s even tone, Dante focused only on the last word. Once he learned of the abilities Type 8 granted him, a scheme quickly formed in his mind. Instead of using 8-3’s Rift Creation to escape, he decided to take on Epsilon and what remained of Caligo’s pawns in the underground hideout.