'Six'
Dante gritted his teeth as the number appeared in his mind, briefly pushing against the agony assaulting it. The world around him stood still as he moved through it, giving the illusion that time had stopped.
In this static world, only one other entity was able to move freely. The blood soaked beast refused to let him be, somehow keeping up with his movements and reacting to his actions as if it was nothing abnormal. Dante knew how absurd it was because of the armor he was currently wearing, but no matter what her does, it refused to let up, catching up with him just in time to get in the way of his attacks.
[His physical attribute are approaching the threshold of a Level 5.] Volcan said. [Even with the illusory domain removed, he keeps on getting stronger.]
