[Espy]

Dante nearly fell again as the ground trembled under his feet, but soon, he was only a few paces from the chapel. He glanced back at the fighting.

Maybe this would help them.

Or utterly wipe them out. For once, he was willing to take on the brunt of any possible attack from the chapel.

Several of the corpses had followed him, their arms and gleaming weaponry held high, and without further considering consequences, Dante stood to one side, swung his sword into the nearest window, then whirled around to climb into what he assumed was a sanctuary.