The cathedral's heavy doors creaked open, echoing through the empty hall. Dante walked ahead, boots thumping against the stone floor, holding the Rebellion slung over his shoulder. The colored light from the shattered stained-glass windows cast distorted reflections across the floor, as if even the place were trying to shake off its own sanctity.

He glanced sideways, giving you a lazy half-smile. "Great... just when I could use an upgrade on my weapons." His tone was more of a complaint than a plea, as if the whole thing were a common annoyance in his daily life.

Stopping in the center of the hall, Dante lifted the Ebony in one hand and spun the drum like someone playing with an old toy. "I hope these guys have something interesting in store. Because, honestly..." He sighed, tilting his head and pointing the gun at the darkness of the altar. "...It's getting boring."