[Espy]

Dante, disinterested, had turned back and walked some distance before a chill ran down his spine. With practiced speed, he spun around, his newly-acquired gun in hand. But there was nothing.

Or rather...there was blackness. A blackness heavier than just...nothing. With alarm, he noticed Feenai's and Shealtiel's aura, half covered by something similar to thickened black swirls of ink.

Lev.

Dante sprinted towards Fee a few paces, then paused to wonder what Kasdeja could possibly be doing with a golden...blob?...in his hand. Or what seemed to be his hand. And it was dripping, apparently.

Just then, the "ink" shifted around, and magnificent golden light filled the bounty hunter's mind for a moment.

...Then that must be a chunk of the priest.