The Whispers of the Dead

When android Forty-two unleashed a barrage of small missiles against Dante, he quickly rushed to the other side of the room to avoid them.

However, noticing the missiles turning and following him made him realize they were homing projectiles, so he quickly aimed his palm forward and cast a "Destro" spell, turning them to dust before they could explode.

"This room isn't that big… Are you sure you want to do that?" Dante pondered aloud.

"The core's safety is prioritized…" she replied.

*Tch* "What happened to all that progress you were making? I thought you wanted to help people!" The warlock exclaimed, trying to get the android to her senses.

"Protect the people of Novaria.

Protect the core." Forty-two said, repeating two of her commands.

"The core is made by killing the people you are supposed to protect!" Dante continued.

"That would be contradictory…" she replied.