They were specifically in front of a village on Namek. Dante could identify the slightly green skies, weird lollipop-shaped blue trees, and the water that was clean but had a slightly murky color to it.
Especially the Namekians themselves in the village before him, dressed simply in their linen shawls with different colored vests and harem pants of different colors that left a small gap for their ankles before those strange shoes that looked like musty orange socks they all wore.
Not only them, but many other players were in the area, flying overhead or floating above the ground, going back and forth as they tried to accomplish various things. Some also spoke to the Namekians, either taking missions or trying to purchase things from them.
While Dante absorbed the feeling of one of his favorite anime worlds in the form of a thriving and bustling game, Beatrice poked his arm softly with a lovely smile.
