At his current speed, Dante had already crossed more than 300,000 kilometers while running for just about 4 hours. Yet, despite this, he did not see an end to the forest he was in, nor did he reach the end of the world.
This confused Dante as he stopped, his body smoking and releasing waves of heat that caused distortions in the air. This had nothing to do with his hellfire but from the heat he had built up traveling at such speeds with no real barrier around him except his skin.
He panted slightly, like a person who had run for a bit and was only lightly exhausted. There were slight beads of sweat on his forehead due to the exertion, but it was quickly evaporated by the heat coming off him due to the friction.
Dante sighed as he gauged what he had seen with his mind on the way here, making full use of his powerful brain to calculate everything. It should be obvious that at this level of Intelligence, Dante had a photographic memory.
