Metal creaked and groaned as the world shook constantly. Inside a small, cramped space, an armored figure sat down on a piece of debris, leaning slightly with his arms on his knees. At his feet was a bag, black in color, with only one strap that had been cut. Its cubic shape indicates its contents are solid.
Staring down at it, Dante heaved a sigh then reached out, touching it with his right hand and watching as the neon green lines spread over its surface.
'Can't believe it just dropped.' He thought, barely suppressing a smile.
[It is quite the peculiar coincidence.] Volcan said. [I believe this is what humans call luck.]
'Still don't know how it works.'
Half his attention was on the 3D model created using Type 8-3's Awareness, magnified to a point where it overlapped with the world around him. This allowed him to see the position of all enemies as well as their movements, all represented by detailed models painted completely red.
