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The moon loomed overhead, blood red glow illuminating the city. Dante moved quickly across the rooftops, Nero somewhere behind him. He couldn't worry about the kid keeping up right now, not with Vergil bringing Hell up into the city. They were safe on the rooftops, at least for now. Dante called over his shoulder, "Keep up kid!"
He slammed his foot onto a concrete ledge and leaned forward, sword slung over his shoulder. He surveyed the streets below, swarming with demons and undead. No sign of survivors. No sign of Vergil, either. Dante was going to end him this time.