Chapter 718 - Divine Terrorism

Yama's body didn't simply lie as a forgotten corpse on the cold floor of the VIP room. For a few moments, the silence that followed her death seemed absolute, almost reverent, as if the space itself awaited a reaction, an inevitable consequence of the brutal act that had just occurred. But Dante was no ordinary man, and what he did never followed the natural course of things. His eyes slowly descended to the body, not with remorse, nor with hesitation, but with a deep, almost scientific interest, like someone who finally has before him the result of a long and patient wait.