The Lieutenant managed to raise himself up and lean against the cracked frame of the door, observing the fast battle that was unfolding between Northern and the statues.
His eyes widened as they witnessed the scene, and a second later, they even trembled.
"What?" he muttered.
There was a slight difference to it, but he couldn't deny the stark similarities. The way each strike multiplied as if the air itself was mirroring his attacks, and they carried even more terrifying damage power than his.
"Echo?"
It was. It had to be. There was no mistaking it—that was his Echo.
"But how?" Dante's lips trembled.
Northern was already moving again, his eyes darting in every direction, his Chaos Eyes dissecting their every move.
In the moment, fractions of visions entered Northern's sight; he could see how all of them positioned and repositioned their movements in brief seconds from now.