'... what the hell am I doing?'
The thought came to Dante out of nowhere, bringing his attention to his gauntlet-clad right hand. Currently, he was wearing Type 9-3, Volcan's recommended armor for dealing with the two wizards he was fighting, both of whom were Level 2.
His resident AI wasn't exaggerating when he said Type 9 specialized in dealing with anything Aether-related. Type 9-3's main ability, Aether Distortion, forces the deactivation of any magic by disrupting the cosmic energy fueling it.
Using that ability, he forced the deactivation of whatever spell the enemy relied on to hide themselves. It should have been a moment of triumph. He had just made his superiority clear and established his victory as something inevitable, but instead, all Dante felt was that he was making a very, very big mistake.
Turning to glance at one of the spies who had stalked him for the past few days, he tried to think of what brought him all the way to this point.
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