[Vel'ryr]
[Outskirts]
Rhiannon glared down at the white armored figure below, he seemed familiar; behind her, Ezerald and Beatrice tensed for action, but a simple gesture of her hand made them stop.
"The Ancestor of Chaos," Dante began, his voice effortlessly carried through the canyon. "Strongest of all Ancestors," With his face obscured, it was difficult to see, but judging from how his head slightly tilted to the side, it seemed he regarded Beatrice and Ezerald, "What use could working with them be to you?"
"I work with no one; I am merely where I want to be." Rhiannon corrected with a grin, "But I recognize your mana from Verdantis, here for revenge, eh?"
("Still he seems familiar, as does that mana. Hm, my memories are in disarray due to my sudden revival, how distasteful.")
"Revenge interests me not." Dante declared, slightly pacing as he kept a hidden stare on them.
