High-Altitude Fall

Just then, Dante and Nero saw two figures plummeting rapidly from high above.

Like them, they too were falling from high altitude.

One of the two replicas was burly and heavily muscled, as towering as a mountain;

the other was tall and lean, with a cold, stern face, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

They too plunged from high altitude, streaking across the sky like two meteors with irresistible force.

Yet their expressions were completely different.

There was no fear or panic in their eyes—only coldness and savagery.

Cruel smiles spread across their faces, as though they did not care in the slightest about the death awaiting them. There was only one thing they cared about—killing Dante and Nero.

Dante and Nero knew that this battle was far from over. They had to deal with these two replicas as soon as possible, or they would face even greater danger.

The instant they began falling from high altitude, Dante and Nero had already prepared themselves for battle. They swiftly adjusted their postures, ready to meet the coming impact.

The two replicas launched their attack at that very moment.

The Genesis replica moved, seemingly transforming into a bolt of lightning. With astonishing speed and strength, he swooped down like a diving falcon, Fallen Angel with One Wing charging toward Dante.

The greatsword in his hand carved a perfect arc through the air. Its tip tore through the wind with a piercing howl, like Death's summons, filling the heart with fear.

Every tremor of the blade's tip seemed capable of tearing apart the air itself. That power, that speed, was utterly staggering.

He rushed at Dante and Nero like a fighter jet, his unstoppable Aura producing a thunderous roar and Mach Rings that left them shaken.

Every charge seemed to declare