If a ridiculous amount of misfortune could be described as a volcano, then Dante already had several volcanoes covering his Wheel of Luck.
He had been gathering misfortune for months. The misfortune plague spread misfortune everywhere, with a few limits, of course, then Aza would absorb as much misfortune as she could.
Despite having the misfortune as his aspect and having Aza tied to him, Dante wasn't immune to misfortune. Because of it, he suffered from torture for a whole month by a device that skinned him alive repeatedly.
Because of it, it was almost guaranteed that he'd be struck by lightning during any storm.
Because of it, he was certain that it was only a matter of time before something big happened to him.
But never, never did he think that it'd affect the relic that was tied to him just a second before his attack could land.
Wasn't that too much?
"This doesn't make any sense." Dante muttered while looking at his hand without a tattoo covering it.
