I love the smell of Fear
The destruction of his being began, the agonizing pain of the fusion of his own existence had a beginning, his body from everything to nothing, from nothing to everything.
Dante began to feel the world slowing down, the strong damages he suffered began to affect his entire head. His multiple hits began to weaken him, his regenerative ability began to rebuild, and his high resistance was restored. His adaptation began to take effect, his human side began to be devoured.
His instincts began to be activated and soon, his feeling of being prey disappeared. His newly healed body began to gain the best characteristics for a King, a complete Hunter.
His newly awakened mind saw his body being created as if a superior artisan wielded a fine and precise brush.
His eyes gained new characteristics, now they saw much more than just what was in front of him.