"DANTEEEEE!!!" The loud voices of Malachi and Leo echoed through space as they called out after the figure that had just been taken.
"Damn it!!" Malachi cursed out loud, his anxiety plain for all to see.
They weren't as calm as they were back then in the abyss when Dante had been taken to the great devourer's resting place.
They couldn't be because they could feel it. That feeling of absolute helplessness that had fallen over all of them? That wasn't a presence that belonged anywhere near here. In fact, that wasn't something they believed should even exist.
"We have to do something!" Paku called out anxiously, his tiny frame unable to stay still.
"I'm going after him!" Malachi called out.
"How? How are you going to do that?" Leo asked.
"I don't know, goddamn it. But we have to do something." Malachi was panicking. But before they could make any rash movements,
"Foolish!" Sulvan's emotionless voice stopped them cold.
