Dante stormed through the forest, putting the Nymph settlement farther behind them with each agitated step forward.
There was a dark expression on his face and he exuded an agitated aura, all the while, he had not glanced back even once.
Through this time, Estelle hurried to keep up with his powerful strides, as that was all she could do given Dante's terrible mood.
Estelle had attempted to start a conversation multiple times, but each time she was completely ignored by Dante and Estelle felt deeply uneasy.
She could not understand why exactly Dante was so furious, not that he did not have reason to be, she just did not know what exactly to attribute his anger to.
"Dante, slow down." Estelle tried again, practically jogging to keep up with Dante's swift strides.
Again, Estelle received no response and frustration bubbled up in her heart and a desperate need to get a word out of Dante, so she could understand what displeased him.
