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But more were coming. From streetlights, from corrupted billboards, from the tear in the sky that now wept silent, pixelated rain. And somewhere deeper—past the null zone—a signal pulsed. A familiar demonic signature, but twisted. Processed. Digitized.

Dante dashed forward—Stinger—but the blade passed through the NSP like smoke. The creature countered with a palm-strike that didn’t break ribs. It deleted them. Dante coughed, felt his left lung flicker out of existence for a full second. devil may cry nsp

“NSP,” a voice whispered from the void. “Null Spark Protocol.” But more were coming

The first NSP unit materialized: a shard of black glass shaped like a man, veins of code-red light pulsing where a heart should be. It didn’t roar. It emitted —a frequency that made Rebellion hum in protest. A familiar demonic signature, but twisted

Not with fire—with absence . A hole in reality that swallowed sound, light, and gravity. Dante caught his pizza mid-air, set it down gently (respect for the craft), and reached for Ebony & Ivory. The air tasted like rust and forgotten screams.

“Heh. Guess even glitches can bleed.”