*Dante's arrival had been...something. Normally his weapons and various magical items existed non-physically and only appeared when he needed them. As apparently magical storage didn't work here, he'd ended up buried by them as soon as he'd arrived. Not fun. But now he's gotten himself mostly sorted, with his sword on his back, Lucifer folded on the opposite shoulder, Gilgamesh on his hands and feet and carrying Pandora's Box like an ordinary briefcase.*

So, let's see if I've got all this straight. There's some screwed up gates or something, which are causing a bunch of different worlds to get squished together and this one, in its infinite wisdom is bringing in a bunch of different people, taking away any awesome powers they might have and asking them to lend a hand.

*The Coronamon following after him nods, tail flicking back and forth.*

You're our prophesied heroes, chosen by the world itself to save everyone.

Kid...if there's anything I've learned, it's that saving everyone ain't easy.

*Coronamon droops slightly, but Dante holds up a gauntleted finger.*

But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try, so points for spirit.

*Coronamon beams happily at that.*

Hey, does that mean you're some kind of hero?

Lesse...closed four hellgates, kicked the ass of the king of demons, saved the world more times than I can count...yup, sounds about right. Now come on, it's showtime.