"Is that… Dante?"
Nana was quick to make the connection, and she wasn't wrong to do so. The features weren't exactly rare, but whenever red hair is mentioned, only that person comes to mind.
"It's him, alright…"
Boris didn't sound too sure, even though this was exactly what he had been looking for. The scene playing before him seemed to clash with the image he had of the youth. For one, the kid seemed to be perfectly healthy, brimming with positive energy. He looked almost normal, no sign of the cold-blooded killer who would one day turn his weapons on the heroes.
'The heroes…'
"Paragon! Help!" A faint voice called. "The villain stole the weapon! He's going to use his ultimate attack!"
"Terminathor raises his hammer to the sky, and blue lightning comes down!" The red-haired boy kicked two stacks, scattering blocks around. "FWOOOSHHHH! BWAHHHH!!! BIG EXPLOSION!!!"
"Oh no! The buildings are collapsing! Ahhhhhhhh!!!"
Two little hands rose in the air, and a cute cry followed.
