It had been a full day now if Dante was not mistaken, it was hard to tell as they travelled deeper into the forest where the large trees towering high above blocked out the sunlight.
There was only a dim lighting in the forest from the few spaces where the light seeped in.
Dante had somehow found his calm again, as apalling as his situation was, Dante knew rage would do him no good.
The only thing that weighed heavily on Dante's heart was his concern for Estelle.
"We will arrive Forest Tajmaé soon." Timmon revealed to Dante as they escorted him down the forest path.
Dante gave no response, his brows furrowed slightly. There was no use growing acquainted to the living dead because Dante would make certain these nymphs paid for their offence in blood.
Dante had never been cruel or bloodthirsty as some of his kin, yet he was not the most merciful either.
