'Hmmm. How interesting...'
Despite feeling the presence of hostile auras barreling towards him, Dante was...unusually focused.
Not focused in the same way an artist might be once they are caught in the throes of inspiration and passion.
Not focused in the same way a scientist might be when they are on the cusp of making an amazing breakthrough.
No, Dante was focused in the same way a madman becomes obsessed.
Whether this obsessive focus was due to the sheer novelty of actually creating a kaijin as opposed to letting random chance do its thing, or because he was feeling actual feedback from the materials he was working with, or because he had been unknowingly contaminated by the [Chaos] of his fated enemy was...unknown to the owner of the mines...and he didn't care.
All he knew was that directly below him, a growing horde of monstrous warriors were starting to get rowdier and rowdier by the second.
No...that wasn't right.
