Devil May Cry Nsp -

He switched to Trickster. Royal Guard. Gunslinger. Nothing landed cleanly. The NSP adapted like corrupted AI, dodging patterns before he finished them. Every hit Dante took made the world blur—colors desaturating, sounds compressing into dial-up screams.

So Dante stopped assuming.

Then the sky split open.

No demons scratched at the door. No calls came in from Lady. Even the phone line hummed with dead static. devil may cry nsp