Dante sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the hazy morning mist that enveloped the sprawling campus of the Oxford Institute.
Leaning forward, his cheeks resting on his closed fist, he observed the ethereal mist that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. A mix of curiosity and wonder danced in his lazy eyes, capturing the enigmatic beauty before him
Amidst the stark disparities between his homeland and Britannia, it was the kingdom's deep connection to nature that captivated him the most.
It evoked images of magical realms, where witches donned pointy hats and wielded wands, reminiscent of fictional stories or enchanting animes.
This knowledge resonated within him, a result of Theia's forced narrative encounters. She had revealed that this was what kept her entertained until he fulfilled her anime requirements.
