"Finn?"
The instant he heard the gruff voice, Dante almost ordered Volcan to equip Type 1-4. In his mind, the only solution to the disaster they were about to face was blasting the entire block, bathing it in flames and incinerating everything. He caught himself before making such a rash decision, but he still had to deal with the mess.
Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough. Things would have been fine if they had continued on as if they didn't hear anything, but that was asking too much from a boy with very little experience. Finn froze at the mention of his name. That was a reaction, one that didn't go unnoticed by the man who called him.
"Finn? Is that really you?"
Dante turned around, first looking at the man, then at his short companion. Terror painted Finn's face a sickly white, leaving his eyes wide with horror. His body was slightly trembling, and from the looks of it, he had stopped breathing all together.
