[Darkness. Dante had been outside, exploring, killing time really, when the darkness overtakes the city.
His blue-gray eyes narrow and almost immediately begin to adjust. It takes him a bit to finally be able to see figures in the dark.
If Dante hadn't been told a thousand times already they were in a place called Keeliai, he'd be damn sure he was still back home and being dragged into Limbo. It reeks of Mundus, of demon work, but here, everyone sees, and everyone feels, and everyone gets damaged.
The first blast sends Dante flying, back first, against a very solid wall. Any person would have been immediately torn to shreds, or have their bones broken, or have their skull cracked, but not Dante. He lands on all fours, shaking his head, trying to orient himself to push through the dizziness and the pain. The damage all around him is beyond what he'd imagined before he looked up.
And it doesn't stop.
The food starts to ooze, and it reminds him, once again, of Limbo, of the sick oil-like substances that bleed from the buildings. The shitty part of this is that he has nothing to cover his mouth. All he can do is throw on his hood and push through.
Like a true hero, or a true idiot, Dante pushes against the crowd, going towards the main blasts. People were still in the worst of it, and they're not moving fast enough. Covering his mouth with his arm, he soldiers forward.]
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His blue-gray eyes narrow and almost immediately begin to adjust. It takes him a bit to finally be able to see figures in the dark.
If Dante hadn't been told a thousand times already they were in a place called Keeliai, he'd be damn sure he was still back home and being dragged into Limbo. It reeks of Mundus, of demon work, but here, everyone sees, and everyone feels, and everyone gets damaged.
The first blast sends Dante flying, back first, against a very solid wall. Any person would have been immediately torn to shreds, or have their bones broken, or have their skull cracked, but not Dante. He lands on all fours, shaking his head, trying to orient himself to push through the dizziness and the pain. The damage all around him is beyond what he'd imagined before he looked up.
And it doesn't stop.
The food starts to ooze, and it reminds him, once again, of Limbo, of the sick oil-like substances that bleed from the buildings. The shitty part of this is that he has nothing to cover his mouth. All he can do is throw on his hood and push through.
Like a true hero, or a true idiot, Dante pushes against the crowd, going towards the main blasts. People were still in the worst of it, and they're not moving fast enough. Covering his mouth with his arm, he soldiers forward.]