"Damn, he's really going at it, huh?"
Several screens were projected on the ceiling of a fancy hotel room, each showing a different angle of the battle taking place on the thirty-eighth floor.
Dante could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at them. Technically speaking, since the projections came from his OAM, he could still watch them even with his eyes closed. He actively chose not to do that, however, since keeping his eyes closed for more than three seconds would undoubtedly knock him unconscious.
[It seems this transformation grants a much greater boost to all physical attributes than I previously deduced.] Volcan said. [It makes sense.]
"Really?"
[Yes. I couldn't tell before, but now I'm more than 70% sure he's a Lunthari.]
"Only 70%?" Dante asked while yawning. "Why not a 100?"
[Because his original form is that of a human, not a therian.]
"Is that so..."
