Void Mist

After the monster was defeated, the cracks on their exposed skin slowly reverted, and they became whole again.

Everyone proceeded in absolute silence as the atmosphere grew taut with pressure.

Etched upon their faces were strained expressions, each one carrying a different weight as they trekked forward—especially Dante's subordinate.

In the quick fight with the Destroyer, none of them had been able to move their bodies.

They were totally helpless before it. Only Northern had been quick-witted enough not just to join the fray but to choose the correct timing to do so.

He was more than enough help for Dante that they all felt if they joined, they'd only be interfering.

It was so quick, so perfect, so clean, and so powerful.

Finally, they were beginning to see and accept the scale of Northern's strength. And that acceptance was the source of the sour look on their faces.