[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
Orthrus's howls tore upward, two voices overlapping with unnatural harmony. The sound scraped across the sky like metal tearing, vibrating through the plains. Dante felt it long before he saw it. He shifted his stance, boots grinding into the broken ground.
Above Orthrus, the clouds twisted as the lightning came.
Five lances of red energy split downward in rapid succession, not wild or scattered but perfectly spaced, each strike screaming as it tore through the air. The light was blinding—violent arcs of power that carved through the sky and slammed into the ground where Dante had stood a heartbeat earlier.
He was already moving.
