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The two stood in absolute silence, unmoving, as the annihilated landscape stretched endlessly around them, ash choked the air, the planet groaned, seismic convulsions rippling through the earth like. And yet, neither Dante nor Aurélie paid it any mind.
A beacon of light exploded in the distant horizon, an infernal light that should have commanded the attention of any sane being. Yet the two remained still. Focused. The world may crumble, but their conflict was beyond mere destruction.
Aurélie twirled her enormous scythe, the abyssal black blade carving through the air. The weapon's edge gleamed, as, she rested it against her shoulder, its weight not even registering.
Her cold, intense eyes bore into the emotionless alloy of Dante's helmet, the gleaming steel revealing nothing of the man behind it. No emotion. No hesitation. Only resolve.
