Fire. Broken glass. Crimson blood.
The scenes flashed one after the other, accompanied only by the sound of persistent ringing, drowning out all other sounds.
Dante gritted his teeth, his eyes burning from the powerful winds blasting his face. He twisted the handle of his bike, further increasing his speed, riding in a single line. The world around him blurred into a storm of neon lights, colorful lines flashing in the corner of his vision. He saw none of it, however, for his world was filled with nothing but fire, broken glass, and crimson blood.
Unbeknownst to him, the traffic lights along his path were changing, turning green in every intersection he was about to pass. With the other vehicles having stopped, nothing came in his way, and he continued going without slowing down.
[Dante.] Volcan spoke, his voice carrying a hint of concern. [You are exceeding the speed you usually reserve for abandoned highways. There is-]
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
