Dante was standing by the entrance of Luna's hideout. The wolf woman was confused as to why he wanted to collect monsters, but accepted it either way. While there, he thought about Bella and Mary, only to shake his head. 'I shouldn't have got attached,' he scolded himself.
He shifted his focus back to the Mana Storm that had erupted with relentless fury, its howling winds tearing ancient trees from their roots and hurling creatures through the air like leaves. The sheer spectacle of it captivated him, filling him with a mix of awe and exhilaration.
The raw power pulsing through the storm, an electrifying force that seemed to hum with otherworldly energy. Each gust carried a strange, shimmering light, and the air crackled with arcane sparks that danced chaotically, illuminating the chaos in fleeting bursts. He stood transfixed, heart pounding, as the wind surged around him.
