The smile on my face, from death's grim look, I was sure looked like that of a psycho, but I didn't care.
"Grandpa Momon. Grandpa Omari. Death says he wishes to stop me from advancing, what do you say to that?" I asked.
Hummmmm!!!!
The space around us vibrated vigorously as Grandpa Momon stood from his bow, his armor creaking like old metal as a feeling not too different from what I'd felt from Finality began bleeding into the atmosphere.
"Young Dante," his deep voice didn't just fracture space—no, it brought every concept of motion or continuity around the region to an absolute stop.
Death's emotionless face twitched as the grey aura around the being flared even more.
"You two dared go against the oath you took when you became my harbingers." His voice, still plain and emotionless, now carried a sting to it, but—
