But more were coming. From streetlights, from corrupted billboards, from the tear in the sky that now wept silent, pixelated rain. And somewhere deeper—past the null zone—a signal pulsed. A familiar demonic signature, but twisted. Processed. Digitized.
Or rather, his ghost in the machine.
Dante grinned. “Finally. A challenge that doesn’t bleed out in two hits.” devil may cry nsp
He closed his eyes. Let instinct override logic. Fired Ivory blind—not at the NSP, but at the memory of where it had been . The shot curved. Reality hiccupped. The creature shattered like a frozen window. But more were coming